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How can a people be so traumatized that they start to love their traumatic experiences? We are defining ourselves through colonisers, still how can we be so blind? This only buss for the revolution Natty Pablo SP See them a run out with full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away thеm soul Yow, hey me a tell you not to pree that insanity Humanity thеy have been living like idiot Why mankind can't see that life is a gift Still we fighting war, we don't need that When everyday is a struggle so far For every ghetto youth they're making life so hard They make the Marge, there's just no reward for life there's just no regard There ain't no chance in this life to get a real shot So man pick up them steel and a beat and real shot Because the pressure never ease up until election time when the bigger heads need us Full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away them soul Songtexte A when the little Island get so dark and wicked? Sun a shine but them dark and stupid Man a swing from tree like a Tarzan with it Body leave a ground a rotten not even Johncrow a visit SP come make we pause for a minute yeah In one accord make we start like a Civic, yeah Break down all the slave master picket fence Cause none a them here laws them no ligit hey, hey The time for talking done, too much little Juvenile blood a run Everybody blood a boil (Pot a bun) Least little thing a man a draw for him gun and when the fun gone fight broke A where mi little brother run gone? Strappings over house but him no own one Say thump Inna face thing is for old man New program See them a run out with full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away them soul Bad man today tomorrow you go die Nothing you gain whether in life Today today your family dey cry aii, a better you fi wise Wanna put on the goals Wanna put on the right things Don't be bothered of the tackle As a gangster we no hate Wanna put on the goals Wanna put on the right things Dash with the tackle As a juvenile gangster Full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away them soul Yes the hunter kill the lion and say he was hunting It was a game..but when the lion kill the hunter You hear say he's 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 start Aus Songtexte Mania