Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shots in the Dark, artist - Smif-N-Wessun. Album song Born and Raised, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.12.2013
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Shots in the Dark |
| Say dem a program war |
| Livin' like beasts 'pon di streets |
| Some a dem weh dem steal for di least |
| Political conspiracy, bad bwoys and police |
| See dem know another one deceased |
| Have you ever faced sufferation? |
| Unemployment and discrimination? |
| Yuh can’t blame di yout' of dis nation |
| Show dem a better way than creating more killers |
| Everybody thuggin', everybody iller |
| Everybody talk like dem a di biggest killer |
| Every man go walk through the fire for the skrilla |
| High price to feed the family when you can’t look in the mirror |
| Figure it’s just the reality of this cold life |
| (Face the barrel of the chrome) Cause you the one they don’t like |
| (I see niggas in the streets |
| Pajamas and slippers like its sweet) |
| Y’all ain’t ready for beef |
| (Let alone a war, like its Zone 4 |
| Should be living more, what you dying for? |
| Mindless murder, life taker, heart breaker |
| Bastard maker, forsaker, UFO, you culture raper) |
| Dem a program war |
| Livin' like beasts 'pon di streets |
| Some a dem weh dem steal for di least |
| Political conspiracy, bad bwoys and police |
| See dem know another one deceased |
| Have you ever faced sufferation? |
| Unemployment and discrimination? |
| Yuh can’t blame di yout' of dis nation |
| Show dem a better way than creating more killers |
| A baby cries (when a mother smokes) |
| A father lies (in a cell for selling dope) |
| Losing all hope but he try’na cope (Try'na cope) |
| 25 to click, he at the end of his rope |
| And that’s the trilogy, him, you, and me |
| Cause we all killers, P-O-E |
| Dem a murderer! |
| Kill in cold blood, even his own blood |
| He grew up 'mongst them thugs in the jungle |
| No trust, no love |
| (Adapted to the hustle, learned to bust those guns) |
| Still we struggle, knowing trouble |
| Save our sons from the slums |
| While the mothers pray that slugs never touch innocent ones |
| Say dem a program war |
| Livin' like beasts 'pon di streets |
| Some a dem weh dem steal for di least |
| Political conspiracy, bad bwoys and police |
| See dem know another one deceased |
| Have you ever faced sufferation? |
| Unemployment and discrimination? |
| Yuh can’t blame di yout' of dis nation |
| Show dem a better way than creating more killers |