| I could have drowned inna eye waata
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| When the system jus a try hold me down
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| Could have drowned inna eye waata
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| When me feel me couldn’t take it no more
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| Could have drowned inna eye waata
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| But me float caw mama make me strong enuh
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| Could have drowned inna eye waata
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| There was a time me used fi teary and a bawl
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| Track pon me, cheek it longer than the China wall
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| Could not believe the rain, from out me two eyeball
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| One buck a tear, me woulda make a million
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| Me cry salt waata and go turn a fisherman
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| Man coulda sail the tears like a catamaran
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| Sail out from pain-land and dock inna sorrow-land
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| But me nuh sink inna the sand
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| From inna muma belly me used to hear a song
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| Same song still a play when the nurse wrap me up
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| It play like a soundtrack when mom and dad hug me up
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| All when it did quit it start back from the top
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| From cradle, to pram, to the first step I took
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| Back to when me did a toddle, drink milk and puke
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| Every step weh me a take inna me life, me hear the hook
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| Well, I could have drowned inna eye waata
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| Could have cried all the while, make a ocean
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| Could not see no money, could not see no plan
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| Like Tom Hanks inna him little island
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| Dem seh hope a the last thing to leave a man
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| And pressure make we brave, smart and strong
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| So even if I man a the last one to stand
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| Me a go clear the pathway with me hand |