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