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
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
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