Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Bun Me , by - Shaggy. Song from the album Pure Pleasure, in the genre РеггиRelease date: 31.12.1992
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
It Bun Me |
| Respect is going on tonight aspect |
| Ward a man in a prison for all the a reason |
| Can’t judge a man before you walk a mile inna him shoes |
| Shags man say so |
| Watch this |
| It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| It bun me, another black man in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| Hurt me fi see mi little brother in a jail |
| A 25 years to life and 50 million dollar bill |
| Many time trying to escape and many times fail |
| And eat him bread that is stale and get him lick with gippo |
| Now the tracks are in tears, the boy face look pale |
| Man them beat him with the baton, read him personal mail |
| Him could a graduate Harvard and graduate Yale |
| But him muma have rebut it 'cause she know her son fail |
| It bun me fi see mi brother in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| It bun me, another black man in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| Before you |
| Commit the crime make sure you can do the time |
| No bother pair with no idiot 'cause them we drop dime |
| Bank book have fi find in case you’re off and bare the find |
| 'Cause they will lock you in a prison |
| Away from mankind |
| Everyday you bark your face when you have no gal fi grain |
| Inna one big, dotty parlour catch up and you’re behind |
| It bun me fi see mi little brethrin in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| It bun me, another black man in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| Jamaica a the land of wood and water |
| The wood might a free but you have fi pay fi water |
| Everytime light go down they use the wood make fire |
| Ressources use up the country |
| Hand up and shout |
| Another man lick, yell help, we neither see or go |
| They here beat, be and bib well none of them no better |
| Right a now we want a new brand prime minister |
| We want a little ghetto youth with some bright idea |
| It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| It bun me, another black man in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| Youths and youths hitch up on the corner |
| Better you be a hustler than to be a smuggler |
| If you is a smuggler you 'bout go kill all danger |
| Better you sell some stockist, cough up all gleaner |
| If you is a smuggler you carry a revolver |
| You either behind the bar or six foot under |
| It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| It bun me, another black man in a jail |
| Bun me fi see mi brethrin behind the rail |
| Bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail |
| A 25 years to life and 50 million dollar bill |
| Many time trying to escape and many times fail (ME) |
| Eat him bread that is stale and get him lick with gippo |
| The tracks are in tears, the boy face look pale |
| Them beat him with the baton, read him personal mail |
| Him could a graduate Harvard, graduate Yale |
| Him muma have rebut it 'cause she know her son fail |
| It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| It bun me, another black man in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| Jamaica a the land of wood and water |
| Wood might a free but you have fi pay fi water |
| Everytime light go down they use the wood make fire |
| Resources use up the country |
| Hand up and shout |
| Another man lick, yell help, we neither see or go |
| They here beat, be and bib well none of them no better |
| Right a now we want a new brand prime minister |
| Want a little ghetto-youth with some bright idea |
| Want fi make the ghetto-people them start prosper |
| Want fi make the ghetto-people them start live better |
| Come take it from Shaggy deh round mike a lecture |
| Put your hand inna the air and read the Holy Script |
| Chaka |
| 'Cause it bun me fi see mi brethrin in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |
| It bun me, another black man in a jail |
| Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail |