Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Protection, artist - Protoje. Date of issue: 08.03.2015
Song language: English
Protection |
| A word unto the wise is enough |
| You can look but don’t touch |
| My reparation and such |
| Cause out here in this jungle we roar |
| Every king has his thrown |
| And if you enter my zone |
| And going to protect my own |
| Protect my own |
| I will protect my own |
| Protect my own |
| Bread basket from birth to the casket |
| I heard they been talkin some words I look past it |
| I was brought up and taught of the tactics |
| and learned that the Lion no turn when dog barkin' |
| Watch who you burn |
| Who you stark with |
| And you haffi go earn if you want it |
| So we nuh concern with who harking |
| When dem spit can’t catch where we walking |
| Enemies in disguise wanna see my demise |
| Dem don’t even realize jah no wrong dem |
| Cause a see that in life you achieve something nice |
| But achieve something twice is a problem |
| Then you can imagine what a face |
| Two up in hand and another on the way |
| Plus I have another in the brain |
| And every other one a put the other one to shame |
| A word unto the wise is enough |
| You can look but don’t touch |
| My reparation and such |
| Cause out here in this jungle we roar |
| Every king has his thrown |
| And if you enter my zone |
| I have to protect my own |
| Protect my own |
| I will protect my own |
| Protect my own |
| Kick it |
| Sharp like the thorn crown pon Christ head |
| But you know the flow hard doe like slice bread |
| Lyrics melt the butter fi mek a nice spread |
| But a nuh margarine a pull the margin eenn |
| Get rich dem marching out |
| And if you marching out |
| And you inna a doubt |
| You march without me |
| I rather march alone |
| Than fi march back home |
| Tell me queen say me lost the thrown |
| No, this was built on the power of the truth |
| discovering the powers and empowering the yutes |
| If you give dem a minute dem devouring the fruits |
| And within an hour called it sour chappy roots |
| Unno see it, nuh skill like Bibi pon me feet |
| But drop me pon di riddim, watch the clarity weh speak |
| Dem nuh parity between what we have and what we need |
| So strength out the wise and protection for the meek |
| A word unto the wise is enough |
| You can look but don’t touch |
| My reparation and such |
| Cause out here in this jungle we roar |
| Every king has his thrown |
| And if you enter my zone |
| And going to protect my own |
| Protect my own |
| I will protect my own |
| Protect my own |