Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Growing up Feat. Gentleman, artist - Protoje. Album song The Seven Year Itch, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 24.01.2010
Record label: Don Corleon
Song language: English
Growing up Feat. Gentleman |
And you can listen to nature at peace you know |
You can’t hear it? |
Free you know |
Like how it used to be |
And I give thanks in every day |
Be thankful in every way |
I have found a reason to be thankful everyday since I said I would |
What is shown, it’s not necessarily the things them that mean you no good |
So be sure, when you trodding on you way |
'Member say you not alone inna the ting |
Watch you focus, life so glorious when you know it’s just part of growing up |
Physical life is secondary |
Inner peace is mandatory |
So which category do you fall in |
This morning, I got warning ensure my comprehension |
Understand my calling |
Help me understand this calming force that my lioness posses when them Swarming |
to us |
In my palms the truest forms of herbs from farmers who is spiritual healers |
In these times upon us |
Many times I’ve promised, many times I’ve broken |
Too many times I’ve spoken |
Quiet is thinking, him eyes naa blink catch the riot within him |
The word from the mental to self |
No take part inna things wah detrimental to health |
Because the journey for spiritual wealth |
May differ from the want that’s sentimentally felt |
After every dark night there is a new day |
And with every new day I pre a new way |
That mean a one more gone |
That mean a one less left |
So one more chance fi make it one well spent |
Man hell bent pon satisfy them own greed |
A spend the money them don’t have pon what them don’t need |
And’cause them don’t read that mean it don’t reason |
A time for which there is just no season |
If an option nuh work I pre a new way |
Cause after every dark night I give thanks to every new day |
I say that’s one more gone that mean a one less left |
That mean a one more chance fi make it one well spent |
Cause man hell bent pon satisfy them own greed |
Spend the money that dem nuh have pon what them don’t need |
And cause him don’t read that mean he don’t reason ignorance is a time |
For which there is no season |