| You never … you never know
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| You muma never teach you back a yard
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| So when YOU left and come abroad, now
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| You start to holler, say it hard
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| You even call on Jah Lord’s name
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| Cause you a look little fame. |
| / But you lost at your own game
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| Things doesn’t seem the same. |
| / You’ve got no one to blame
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| And I know that did have fe go now
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| And although I know the vibes still have to flow
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| Find yourself in another land
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| Caught up in a different situation
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| Man you’ve got to work a plan. |
| / To survive in this ya society
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| Most people living inna poverty
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| Open your eyes and surely you will see
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| What to be just got to be. |
| / You got to stand and face reality
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| You never know … you never know
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| Don’t be like a sitting duck. |
| / Waiting your time to get pluck
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| Make your move and try to improve
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| Hold your head up and trod as a man
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| Don’t get stuck in the muck. |
| / Try your luck
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| Make a lot of bucks
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| Make your move and try to improve
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| You left from you yard. |
| And you reach up abroad
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| You never know what a gwan back a yard
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| The system have you moving so slow
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| Sometimes you want to let go
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| Having it so hard … since you left from your yard |