| Small axe, longside Nebulus
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| Conscious, we conscious
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| Uh!
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| A tribulation, turn off in abomination
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| But ghetto youth stay strong
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| I said it won’t be too long
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| (Conscious, we conscious)
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| If life was a thing that money could buy
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| Rich would a have it, and the poor would die
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| Life is a thing that money can’t buy
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| And that is why me praise Rastafari
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| Wake up this morning, couldn’t find no tea
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| No water, bread, not a thing to eat
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| Inna me face temptation staring me
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| But life’s sweet, Lord (Life's sweet, Lord)
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| Hey…
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| Me Astra A-80 calling me
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| But penitentiary is not for me
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| Hungry yes, but we far from weak
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| Life’s sweet, Lord (life's sweet Lord)
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| There is a zillion ways to the top a the hill
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| But the view remains the same
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| Man who wait on the Lord shall be ashamed
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| Say don’t just get wet when it rains
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| Mental discipline, no form of giving in
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| Anxiety different from adrenaline
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| Let the words of the wise be your medicine
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| Exuberance begins within
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| For Jacqueline make a deal with the devil
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| Haffi gwaan until the score sekkle
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| Talk the talk, but man rebel
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| What you see is what you get, me a no Hyde or Jekyll
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| Nuff a dem a traitor, though dem smile seem true
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| Like Judas did things just a wait fi the cue
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| So lead is no welcome 'pon the Natty Avenue
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| Neither inna me car, says
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| Wake up this morning, couldn’t find no tea
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| No water, bread, not a thing to eat
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| Inna me face temptation staring me
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| But life’s sweet, Lord (Life's sweet, Lord)
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| Hey…
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| Astra A-80 calling me
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| But penitentiary is not for me
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| Hungry yes, but we far from weak
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| Life’s sweet, Lord (life's sweet Lord)
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| A me say, some have pretty vehicle, some haffi a troddin
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| Some still survive without no money inna dem pocket
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| Still I see a night without no current inna dem socket
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| Don’t fret, my bredda, yearning, Jah no forget it
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| No drop no bomb, I beg you, don’t fire no rocket
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| Hold the faith and don’t be too sporadic
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| Work fi what you want and me bredda you will have it
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| I know this ain’t no typical topic
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| But Jacqueline weh make a deal with the devil
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| Haffi gwaan until the score sekkle
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| Talk the talk, but man rebel
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| What you see is what you get, me a no Hyde or Jekyll
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| Nuff a dem a traitor, though dem smile seem true
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| Like Judas did things just a wait fi the cue
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| So lead is no welcome 'pon the Natty Avenue
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| Neither inna me car, says
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| A tribulation, turn off in abomination
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| But ghetto youth stay strong
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| I said it won’t be too long
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| A tribulation, turn off in abomination
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| But ghetto youth stay strong
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| I said it won’t be too long
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| A Jah mek river, so we have water
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| Jah gi' we the sun, so we have light
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| A Jah make day and a make night
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| Heh, a who some guy?
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| Weh dem feel like? |