Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rootboy , by - Martin Jondo. Song from the album Rainbow Warrior, in the genre РеггиRelease date: 01.05.2005
Record label: Homeground
Song language: English
Rootboy |
| Well I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife |
| Tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain’t nice |
| Stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem |
| One is rudeboy named r-u-d-e, woe |
| I am a rootboy r-double yo-t, woe |
| One is rudeboy named r-u-d-e |
| And if dem gun make well don’t you mix me up with dem no |
| See dem in the night, see dem a go fight |
| See dem a go dread, see dem a go bad |
| Step back well don’t start beef with the millimeter man |
| 'cause you’ll be the loser with a bullet in your head |
| With open arms and with open eyes I man walk my way into this life |
| Well, I know some were born with prices on their head |
| Hell click, click, boom it’s the sound of the tumb |
| And then all of a sudden it’s quiet in the room |
| Everybody looking down on the earth |
| While you are lying looking at the roof of the church |
| People from here and people from far crying 'bout the death and loss you are weh |
| Weh in their memories you’ll be a shining star and |
| Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless |
| Higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah |
| Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless |
| Higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah |
| Fuss fuss fight instead of standin' together |
| What could it bring to seed greed me na cheatin' me brother |
| Well all brainwashed fools it’s family |
| Only politicians playing hardcore comedy |
| Well a sick sick sick who’s sick in his mind toy |
| Tick tick tick do you feeling the time boy |
| Runnin' out of love and runnin' out of life |
| You vow vengeance bloody knight |
| And the vicious cirlce’s going on and on |
| While some of dem a dance some a dem shot down |
| Don’t you never wanna see another morning light |
| Without tragedies commited in the last dark night |
| So take your gun dread man keep it down low |
| Take your jay dread man burn it up, woe |
| And let we jamming and a jamming in one love a |
| Well, I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife |
| Tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain’t nice |
| Stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem |
| Well, I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife |
| Tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain’t nice |
| Stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem |