| 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 |