| Youths meck a living
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| Youths meck a living
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| Cause Babylon ain’t got one thing giving
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| Youths meck a living
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| Youths meck a living
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| Cause Babylon ain’t got one thing giving
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| Come a gi yo turf bout run fi dem
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| All dem waan yo do is fire gun fi dem
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| Selassie high judgement a come fi dem
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| Rasta man a shout fire bun fi dem
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| Dem naw tell you build yo house paw piece a land
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| Dem naw put a million inna yo hand
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| Dem naw tell you Africa is the mother land
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| Ghetto youths do the right
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| Stop do the wrong
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| Don’t sell no gun
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| Don’t sell no coke
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| Use yo education set a business don’t joke
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| Think supn smart an buss through the day
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| By the sweat a yo brow yo put the food inna yo plate
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| Sizzla a tell yo seh fi use yo talent
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| And pray to king Selassie yo must get yo strength
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| Yo sit down pon corner still naw do nothing
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| Learn a skill, learn a trade
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| Hey get up and do supn
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| And when yo si the poor
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| A beg yo gi the poor
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| Dem set it fi wi poor
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| Wi haffi meck it through the door
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| Hey and if you rob the poor
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| A beat yo skin until it sore
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| Black people business you no fi ignore
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| Hardcore dem lyrics have the people waan more
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| Mi haffi sing more
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| Mi haffi bring more
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| Sing it from Africa up to Singapore
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| Mi bless up pon the sure |