Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothin'a Change, artist - Gentleman. Album song Diversity, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Gentleman
Song language: English
Nothin'a Change |
| What a gwaan professor |
| We must get over — we mass get over |
| Fi the ghetto youth |
| I know it |
| Nothing a change |
| Everything remain the Same |
| 'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer |
| No food fi days |
| Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher |
| Mama bawl out and she call out — call out pon jah |
| Say she pray every day fi the pain go away |
| All now she can’t get better |
| Rifle sound- mama tear shed |
| When she look pon the ground she see peer red |
| And when she turn around — her son lay dead |
| Brain shell out in a him body a just peer lead |
| Nuff things happen through circumstances |
| While the System designed to hurt your chances |
| The way of your nine just get you hunted |
| Hunted — you nuh wanted |
| Just the under priviliged a get disadvantage |
| You feel to yourself you’re under bondage |
| When those who you know nuh speak your language |
| Language — nuh speak your language |
| All we want is just freedom |
| When we a go see the day deh |
| Me and me people dem still a pray |
| Cause all we see a false promises |
| Now Mr. Babylon want take all mi hollow premises |
| Nothing a change |
| Everything remain the Same |
| 'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer |
| No food fi days |
| Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher |
| Mama bawl out and she call out — call out pon jah |
| Say she pray every day fi the pain go away |
| All now she can’t get better |
| Right now mama hungry — and na food can find |
| Ina me gun me load two carbon |
| Now me have to touch the street — food have to eat |
| Mama — you just a one of a kind |
| So many want to get away — from this way of life |
| When all dem See around is just guns and knife |
| A better way — far from pain and strive |
| Fighting so hard to survive |
| Nothing a change |
| Everything remain the Same |
| 'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer |
| No food fi days |
| Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher |
| Mama bawl out and she call out — call out pon jah |
| Say she pray every day fi the pain go away |
| All now she can’t get better |
| If you pick up your nine it goodly end your shine |
| Now you find out you living a life of pure crime |
| You don’t want to but have to pon the frontline |
| Frontline — again at the frontline |
| And the mountain over deh so so hard to climb |
| Looking for solutions we search to find |
| Be sharp in this time smart in this time |
| Find a way to unleash your gold mine |
| Freedom — that’s all in me |
| Freedom — that’s all in me |
| Now free up all a the ghetto youth dem |
| We want freedom — that’s all in me |
| Gentleman and professor |
| I need jah |