Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter to The Editor, artist - Thievery Corporation. Album song The Temple of I & I, in the genre ЛаунджDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Record label: ESL Music
Song language: English
Letter to The Editor |
| Letter to the Editor |
| Pocket full a promises |
| Baby empty bellies |
| Poverty and Democracies |
| And political rallies |
| But who the rich a lobby for |
| Using me for votes |
| Pretend a mi yuh sorry for |
| Then win and its a joke |
| I’m sick of trick or treaters in costumes like dem as leaders |
| Charismatic public speakers |
| False prophets and fake healers |
| Articulate perfect grammar scammer |
| Scamming us for votes |
| Infront of tv camera with an innocent approach |
| Nuh mo lies and fallacies |
| Bun apologies |
| Try nuh ask please when a squeeze and yuh pan yuh knees |
| Justice or else says the minister Farakhan |
| Suh me stand up a Gordon house |
| Wid my Glock Inna me hand |
| If I take it literally, fuck it geez I’m kinda sorry |
| But smaddy need Fi answer |
| Gimmi Di microphone and Mek mi rep di innocent paying recompense for money |
| spent to feed the governments |
| Yo! |
| Gimmi Di microphone get the people riled up too much fuckery Piled up get |
| di ting dem oiled up |
| Parallel universes in the same Ol' hemisphere |
| Authorities they don’t care with dem nose up in the air |
| Cause our bombs dem metaphoric |
| We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it |
| Cause I’m a fighter, yeah |
| If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah |
| Mek the stench from ghetto fences permeate dem residences extend up through the |
| trenches up to where the presidents is |
| Karma pan Di ones and twos yes it turn the tables |
| Had enough a you with your parable and fables |
| Jamaican bad gal queen and revolutionary |
| Neva quick Fi start a war but shoot whenever necessary |
| Product of the inner city |
| Where me come from it nuh pretty |
| Survive the nitty gritty |
| Ain’t nobody taking pity |
| Survival kinda sticky |
| In New York Cali and philly |
| A di same ting a gwaan in a Kingston |
| Cause our bombs dem metaphoric |
| We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it |
| Cause I’m a fighter, yeah |
| If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah |
| These are the da days of the last days, pan the last page of Di book of the |
| dark age |
| We a path ways wid oppressors |
| Seek Predecessors |
| Wake up ancestors |
| Den we team up together |
| We will meet we will meet pan Di battle Di battle ground |
| Trade mi microphone |
| For a shottie and some copper stones |
| Just be ready When Di gavel sound |
| Bun a folly ground fus |
| Jah surround us |
| So We never nervous |
| Was a mental war now this shit turn physical |
| From long time scar we a reap the residual |
| From slavery to now, now the ting get critical |
| Dem CyAh kill we soul cause dem sight sey we spiritual |
| So They be like, hey |
| Prod the bull under Sykes as subliminal, get them mad |
| Then chastise dem as criminal |
| Give wi drugs under guise sey it clinical |