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What a gwaan professor |
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We must get over - we mass get over |
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Fi the ghetto youth |
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I know it |
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Nothing a change |
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Everything remain the Same |
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'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer |
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No food fi days |
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Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher |
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Mama bawl out and she call out - call out pon jah |
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Say she pray every day fi the pain go away |
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All now she can't get better |
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Rifle sound- mama tear shed |
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When she look pon the ground she see peer red |
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And when she turn around - her son lay dead |
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Brain shell out in a him body a just peer lead |
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Nuff things happen through circumstances |
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While the System designed to hurt your chances |
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The way of your nine just get you hunted |
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Hunted - you nuh wanted |
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Just the under priviliged a get disadvantage |
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You feel to yourself you're under bondage |
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When those who you know nuh speak your language |
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Language - nuh speak your language |
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All we want is just freedom |
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When we a go see the day deh |
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Me and me people dem still a pray |
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Cause all we see a false promises |
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Now Mr. Babylon want take all mi hollow premises |
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Nothing a change |
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Everything remain the Same |
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'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer |
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No food fi days |
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Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher |
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Mama bawl out and she call out - call out pon jah |
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Say she pray every day fi the pain go away |
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All now she can't get better |
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Right now mama hungry - and na food can find |
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Ina me gun me load two carbon |
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Now me have to touch the street - food have to eat |
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Mama - you just a one of a kind |
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So many want to get away - from this way of life |
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When all dem See around is just guns and knife |
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A better way - far from pain and strive |
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Fighting so hard to survive |
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Nothing a change |
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Everything remain the Same |
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'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer |
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No food fi days |
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Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher |
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Mama bawl out and she call out - call out pon jah |
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Say she pray every day fi the pain go away |
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All now she can't get better |
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If you pick up your nine it goodly end your shine |
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Now you find out you living a life of pure crime |
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You don't want to but have to pon the frontline |
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Frontline - again at the frontline |
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And the mountain over deh so so hard to climb |
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Looking for solutions we search to find |
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Be sharp in this time smart in this time |
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Find a way to unleash your gold mine |
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Freedom - that's all in me |
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Freedom - that's all in me |
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Now free up all a the ghetto youth dem |
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We want freedom - that's all in me |
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Gentleman and professor |
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I need jah |