Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out Yasso Dread , by - Konshens. Release date: 04.03.2013
Song language: English
Out Yasso Dread |
| This a fi the youts dem pon the street side |
| Weh sleep inna the cemetery |
| Fi the people weh hustle down town |
| Haffi shuffle and bustle round town |
| Fi the one dem weh work every day |
| But cyaa afford to pay no bills |
| The work feel like slavery |
| But you got to go still |
| Jah know |
| Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread |
| Hi dread, hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread |
| Out a road cold like snow |
| Who feels it know |
| Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread, hi dread |
| Hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread |
| Mama hold her head and bawl |
| Plus it tough like wall |
| Mi haffi talk and mi no care who waan vex |
| Who waan fi hear, who waan deaf |
| Mi haffi talk caw mi naw run weh from Jamaica |
| Mi no care who waan left (government!) |
| How so much tax a collect |
| And the plan dem still naw connect |
| A ghetto people a face it worse |
| One change mi a beg you please mister ref (so!) |
| Rich design fi stay inna riches |
| Poor design fi sleep inna ditches |
| Worst if you love stand fi you right |
| And yo naw lay down like political bitches |
| Everybody love chat that mi notice |
| But if you no feel this |
| You no know this |
| Inna yo yard feel nice, and warm, and coozie |
| But when yo come round yah so |
| Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread |
| Hi dread, hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread |
| Out a road cold like snow |
| Who feels it know |
| Out ya so dread, hi dread, hi dread, hi dread |
| Hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread |
| Mama hold her head and bawl |
| Plus it tough like wall |
| Almighty Jah, tell mi what we gonna do |
| Please no tell mi seh it hopeless fi true |
| Dem believe inna woman and man |
| But mi pray because mi believe inna you |
| More time mi wonder how wi manage |
| Roof a leak and wi cyaa fix the damage |
| Mi no know how people get so savage |
| Every day pon the news body ravage |
| Dem a kidnap woman and pickney |
| Old people, all the sickly |
| Yow dem no have no heart |
| Bare evil deh inna dem thought |
| Man a dead left right and center |
| And government a knock wi out like contender |
| Dem no care, dem a pretender |
| But wi nah go surrender |
| Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread |
| Hi dread, hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread |
| Out a road cold like snow |
| Who feels it know |
| Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread, hi dread |
| Hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread |
| Mama hold are head and bawl |
| Plus it tough like wall |
| This a fi the youts dem pon the street side |
| Weh sleep inna the cemetery |
| Fi the people weh hustle down town |
| Haffi shuffle and bustle round town |
| Fi the one dem weh work every day |
| But cyaa afford to pay no bills |
| The work feel like slavery |
| But you got to go still |