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Every day, life's a for me If I don't do it, who gon' hustle for me? in me, invest, achieve with me If you don't starve, how you eat with me? These streets is hell, for young black your cell, cracker jail Our options are few, temptation is For someone my eyes and skin dark as a penny
Raised up in Babylon, kings of from the slums Enslave us Africans, raised me to gun man, angry man Likkle beg a man Pistol shoot, ring Preacher going sing a song, chant a song pom Big up Gong Welcome to Get fucked by right or wrong, our system corrupt now Illegal bis the district Original gun click, bun a mystic
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Yeah, blazing, Yute dem bad and Dem yute adventure, like Babylon dem fiyah cave in Send some wid natural live wires, intelligent Ain't no mad and crazy when di fiyah raging up, blaze up Ghetto a raise up Now dem get dem full awareness, yuh days up Declaration of the rights rastafari us Every man have a right to decide his, own and right wi neva gave up Mentally and they wanna enslave us Nah guh be dem in dis age await us Fight fi and hear mi culture, a rastafari save us Up di and draw mi shield, a bakkle field suh brave up up, gates up Mek mi bout, don't touch
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Yo I walk on the with Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge Tired of seeing ghetto children nothing Kids fo' their three squares up three squares Hands to the sky, soul searching, cheap airs Guns busting, sticking covered the stricken Many of my ain't niggas The story was written by the corrupted who's goal is to oppress If I ain't believe in jah, put a hole through their chest But I'm civilized, focus on breaking into their Stacking paper isn't the goal, the intermission Direct your mind's energies, not on enemies But rather on increasing your charity centuries This is meant to with solidarity My legacy is to celebrate over centuries
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up I'm the trees by the rivers planted Babylonian wud a si wi running wanted Wicked means rewind, the means forward Yuh request this suh we Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun I'm like the trees by the planted Babylonian wud a prefer si wi wanted The yutes dem hungry, and di dem want bread Dem waan fi kill wi wi have wi tings a walk wid now Dem nuh wi fi survive in a di streets General yuh know di ends affi guh Di yutes dem dem goal dem would a want fi live fi see it We working hard, stay firm up pon yuh