Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Much More, artist - Shaggy. Date of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
How Much More |
| Now everyday another youth hitch up in a gutter, mmm |
| Now I man talk and I man stutter |
| Can’t understand say you fi try and help the youth them make them get big, what |
| Say how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer |
| How much more live without bread and butter |
| How much more body we a go discover |
| Have fi live together every brother and we sister |
| Stop suffer |
| Me say |
| Mm, Jah pan the land a so we live a so we die |
| Can’t find the answer to the question why |
| Me say the sky is the limit so you try touch the sky |
| Put your trust in the God now Jah rasta for I… selasi |
| …Hear how me cry and give me a bly |
| Never trouble you so why you want shoot the i |
| Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my |
| Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry |
| How much more ghetto youth have fi suffer |
| How much more live without bread and butter |
| How much more body we a go discover |
| Have fi live together every brother and we sister |
| Stop suffer |
| Me say |
| Easy no youth you love fi shoot |
| Now you deh a prison a suck off man flute |
| Mama say you brut you living like a coot |
| Jah Jah never send no life pan no parachute |
| Bad company make the i take the wrong route |
| Now you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe suit |
| And everyday another man a try pick your fruit |
| Now them have you pan them nosel like a brand new recruit |
| Like a butter pon a piece of hot bread |
| A so your blood run when a shot lick your head |
| Don’t you think it’s better living than it is to be dead |
| And in the Bible it is written and so it should be said |
| Thou shall not kill neither blood must shed |
| And yet still you wouldn’t mind full me up the lead |
| And tell me if your conscience no burn you when you go a bed |
| And now you can’t sleep you de a think 'bout the dead |
| Life it rough inna the ghetto |
| Everyday me neighborhood a run like soweto |
| Over the badness is like you no let go |
| The other day them shot me bredrin in front of esso |
| Take away him wallet with about twenty peso |
| After them shot him them dump him over there so |
| And all me a warn is like me never say so |
| Me say |
| Mm, Jah pan the land a so we live a so we die |
| Can’t find the answer to the question why |
| Me say the sky is the limit so you try touch the sky |
| Put your trust in the God now Jah rasta for I… selasi |
| …Hear how me cry and give me a bly |
| Never trouble you so why you want shoot the i |
| Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my |
| Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry |
| Me say |
| Easy no youth you love fi shoot |
| Now you deh a prison a suck off man flute |
| Mama say you brut you living like a coot |
| Jah Jah never send no life pan no parachute |
| And bad company make the i take the wrong route |
| Now you de behind the bar inna one crisp stripe suit |
| Everyday another man want now try pick your fruit |
| And now the they have you pan them nosel like a new brand recruit |
| Like a butter pon a piece of hot bread |
| A so your blood run when a shot lick your head |
| Don’t you think it’s better living than it is to be dead |
| And in the Bible it is written and so it should be said |
| Thou shall not kill neither blood must shed |
| And yet still you wouldn’t mind full I man up a lead |
| And your conscience no burn you anytime you go a bed |
| And now you can’t sleep you a think 'bout the dead |
| And how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer |
| How much more live without bread and butter |
| How much more body we a go discover |
| Have fi live together every brother and we sister |
| Stop suffer |