| Rit.
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| Laid back, my eyes a tired and me see just black
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| still a run but me deh pon no track
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| no serenity, it a serious lack,
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| whip stil a crack
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| haffe laid back, my eyes a tired and me see just black
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| still a run but me deh pon no track
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| no equality, it a serious lack,
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| mind still a shock
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| Yo, me haffe overstand if me right or wrong
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| here me go again, put me life ‘pon a song
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| if me paying me dues, well it’s getting too long
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| me haffe knock it out before the sound of the gong
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| so hear me raggamuffin with a likkle taste of blues
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| feel like make yuh jump, put on yuh dancing shoes
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| a so we go forget all the pain and abuse
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| society keep smashing we with no excuse
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| Rit.
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| Laid back, my eyes a tired and me see just black
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| still a run but me deh pon no track
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| no serenity, it a serious lack,
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| whip stil a crack
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| haffe laid back, my eyes a tired and me see just black
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| still a run but me deh pon no track
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| no equality, it a serious lack,
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| mind still a shock
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| You coulda have nuff talent and nuff ability
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| but hardly you’ll go forward without that fucking money
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| so everything a fake, artificial plastic
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| sometimes me feel like rubbish fe go thrown inna basket
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| am i focus or mad, am i right or wrong,
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| gonna feed me doubts with a brand new song
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| spittin bare fyah from me mouth and tongue
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| sufferation weh me get from so long |