Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forgive Them Father, artist - Shaggy. Date of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
Forgive Them Father |
| Them say, «Money is the root of all evil» |
| But a no money |
| Some people a kill people little like nothin' |
| Some say them a gangster but a studio gangster |
| Well now a gun shot lick and a marrow it fly |
| Little youth with the forty five and him say do or die |
| Now him muma she cry water run from her eye |
| And she remember when him was little bit and oh so shy |
| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done |
| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son |
| Like them no understand say revelation a come |
| So watch the heathen them a run |
| Too much fuss and fight and that is not right |
| You no can’t blow breath in a man but still that you want take life |
| Innocent youth die, bury a next guy |
| And him muma wool her belly and ask God why? |
| Well no ask me no question I tell you no lie |
| It’s about time the world start to realize |
| This a revelation an' it’s a serious time |
| Put your a hand inna the air and pray to the most high |
| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done |
| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son |
| Like them no understand say revelation a come |
| So watch the heathen them a run |
| Cha |
| Youth man a beg and you fi put down your gun |
| Me no want fi see another youth tumble down |
| This is reality no play dumb, dumb |
| Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a large sum |
| Money is the root of all evil if so me no want none |
| Wicked man them a heathen fi them fire burn |
| Whole a them shall perish inna the wicked kingdom |
| This is Shaggy one of, hmm jah jah son |
| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done |
| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son |
| Like them no understand say revelation a come |
| So watch the heathen them a run |
| Cha |
| Yo! |
| Yo! |
| Yo! |
| Stop talkin' yo |
| Mislead the youth to shoot them one another down |
| Muma what this? |
| You’re talkin' pure foolishness |
| Can’t sit down eat me Sunday ackee and salt fish |
| Can’t use me tongue and lick out me pyrex dish |
| As me sit down and a wish me mouth start get peckish |
| Have fi eat me dry bread and drink the water well quick |
| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done |
| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son |
| Like them no understand say revelation a come |
| So watch the heathen them a run |
| Now a gun shot lick and a marrow it fly |
| Little youth with the forty five and him say do or die |
| Now him muma she cry water run from her eye |
| And she remember when him was little bit and oh so shy |
| Watch it |
| Youth man a beg and you fi put down your gun |
| Me no want fi see another youth tumble down |
| This is reality no play dumb, dumb |
| Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a large sum |
| Money is the root of all evil if so me no want none |
| Wicked man them a heathen fi them fire burn |
| Whole a them shall perish inna the wicked kingdom |
| This is Shaggy one of, hmm jah jah son |
| Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done |
| To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son |
| Like them no understand say revelation a come |
| So watch the heathen them a run |
| Too much fuss and fight |
| And that is not right |
| You no can’t blow breath in a man but still that you want take life |
| Innocent youth die, bury a next guy |
| And him Muma wool her belly |