| Wha gwaan world
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| Wah really a gwaan
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| Hmm-mmm, yeah
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| Nuff a mek money and still no have a brain
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| Still a pree fi gi' you hungry
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| Youth a strap inna the lane
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| Bredda still a kill bredda like Abel and Cain
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| Nuff get caught up inna fame, humbleness never remain
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| From me a likkle youth, me hear seh things a go change
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| Nuff couldn’t hold it and end up insane
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| Nuff a dem do wrong and fret when dem see hurricane
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| When it pass by you, gone back go do the same
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| People still a work, but the work is in vain
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| Still cyaan go home to the things they waan fi gain
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| Pickney go school, pickney come suffer the same
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| Try some hustling, dem put we herbs inna the flame
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| Police a kill we off and dem never get no blame
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| Bigger heads never listen when we complain
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| We see the same things again and again
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| But if this rain could wash away our pain
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| I wish my tear drops were rain drops
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| And the sunshine could bring us a brighter day
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| And the ocean weh the waves at (ocean)
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| Could wash all my pain away, yeah
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| Yeah, eeh, eh
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| Yeah
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| A na na na na
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| Na na na, na, na, na, yeah
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| Fi real, uh ah
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| You tell me seh you love me true
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| Me have something fi gi' you
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| Your action show me seh
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| If me did bruk me wouldn’t see you
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| Me see users and not friend
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| Dem only deh deh when dem waan you solve a problem
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| Me see prices a rise with we pressure
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| The people dem no stop cry fi see better
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| War nah go no weh, so a no rifle me prefer
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| Me use me voice as the voice a the ghetto
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| And every song me write is like writing a letter
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| Fe open your eyes, so you get wise when it echo
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| Dem probably ban the song cah me no licence fi seh so
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| But rise up now ghetto, rise up
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| Many try to pave the way, past away
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| But the words weren’t fade away, yeah
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| Look inna the mirror
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| And dedicate your life fi do the right
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| I wish my tear drops were rain drops
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| And the sunshine could bring us a brighter day
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| And the ocean weh the waves at, hmm-mmm
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| Could wash all my pain away, yeah
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| Yeah, eeh, eh
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| Yeah
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| A na na na na
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| Na na na, na, na, na, yeah
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| You hear, king
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| Sound bad 'pon the song, enuh
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| Sound bad 'pon the song
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| You know man |