How can a people be so traumatized That dem start to love dem traumatic experiences? We are defining we-self through di colonizers, still How can we be so blind? This only buss for di revolution Whoa, Natty Pablo Boodi-bang-bang-bang (SP) Yo, yo
See dem ah run out with full clip, so dem gun nah stick Yow it's like Guns of Navarone (whoa) Buss shot quick, head back split Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone Ohh, mama bawl when she haffi write di yute dem name down inna stone Ohh, dem ah dash away people but dem just cannot dash away dem soul
Yo, ay, me ah tell unnuh fi pree that insanity Humanity dem have you living like idiot Why mankind can't see that life is a gift? Still we fighting war, we nuh need that When every day is a struggle so far Fi every ghetto yute they're making life so hard It make me mad, there is just no reward Fi life there is just no regard There ain't no chance in this life fi get a real shot So man ah pick up dem steel and ah beat and real shot Because di pressure never ease up 'Til election time when di bigger heads need us
Full clip, so dem gun nah stick Yow it's like Guns of Navarone Buss shot quick, head back split Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone Ohh, mama bawl when she haffi write di yute dem name down inna stone Ohh, dem ah dash away people but dem just cannot dash away dem soul
Ah when the likkle island get so dark and wicked? Ay Sun ah shine but dem dark and 'tupid Man ah swing from tree like a Tarzan with it Body leff ah ground ah rotten not even Johncrow ah visit, ay Sp come mek we pause for a minute, yeah In one accord make we start like a Civic, yeah Break down all the slave master picket fence (break dem down) Cah none ah dem 'ya laws dem nuh legit, ay, ay Di time for talking done, too much little juvenile blood ah run (run) Everybody blood ah boil, pot a bun (bun) Least likkle ting a man ah draw fi him gun And when di fun gone fight broke out (fun gone) Where mi likkle brother run gone? (Run gone) Strappings over house but him no own one (own one) Say thump inna face ting ah for old man (what?) New program (yeah)
See dem ah run out with full clip, so dem gun nah stick Yow it's like Guns of Navarone (whoa) Buss shot quick, head back split Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone Ohh, mama bawl when she haffi write di yute dem name down inna stone Ohh, dem ah dash away people but dem just cannot dash away dem soul
Guns of Navarone (what?) Tear through flesh and bone Ohh, ohh Not dash away dem soul
Yes, di hunter kill the lion and say him was hunting, is a game But when the lion kill the hunter You hear seh him ia a beast and a savage A man like Marcus Garvey come tell we If you have no confidence in yourself You're twice defeated in the race of life But with confidence you have won, even before you startTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
