“Rasta don’t believe in violence, mon. Rasta don’t believe. Rasta know. U see, is when u believe is that mash u up.”
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Mi caan believe it
Government waan fi move mi
Mi tun refugee
Inna mi owna country
But a long long time
Mi live here so
Mi caan go no weh
Dem really tek poor people fi fool
Dem really tek poor people fi fool
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hb5laNhwNmU
Oh my Lord be my shield, I ask of thee
I know they still have some evil purpose in mind
Want to hurt me
Oh yes
I’m not sure if I will live to see tomorrow
Living in this world of conflicts and sorrows
Bodies lie cold
As gunmen strike bold
And the wicked people work
Is taking off like an arrow
I’m not afraid to die, but to live until death
It’s not hard for you to guess
What will happen next
Heartaches and pain, works of ungodliness
Some nuh know why dem a live
That’s when them have to hurt the flesh
But who are they
Tell me what they represent
I struggle with fear as I experience
How them do them dirty works which I resent
And no one but them a go face the consequence
Them build walls instead of bridges, of ridicule
Then war with whom they live, like a fool
But if I travel I’m not sure if I will live to see tomorrow
Living in this world of conflicts and sorrows
Ah, where you water full
'Cause the vessel of the inequity
Never yet full
That burning concern is no longer there
There filled with the medicine
When Babylon prepare
Instruments of cruelty present everywhere
Strong enough to take the life
But not enough to care
As the road gets dark, I expect anything
I know not my enemies
So it leave me wondering
Many life was lost, who is the next victim
It could be you, it could be I
Through how them set the system
Them kill without a cause, what is the meaning
So no one knows what tomorrow may bring
They are filled with corruption and selfishness
Overload with bitterness and wrath
So I have to seek to keep myself away
From the wicked on the roads they walk
Oh yes, them sow seed of conflict
Them wan fi see mi trick
But na go fester my heart
Because I dwell inna Jah sight
Man do what is right
Don’t want it to be said that I never pay my part
Many ride with enemies
And I am my brother’s keeper
What have I done
They no want to see me prosper
Push on this load as them make it heavier
Jaf, is only sorrow the wicked have to offer
I wonder…
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I’m not sure if I will live to see tomorrow
Living in this world of conflicts and sorrows
Bodies lie cold
As gunmen strike bold…
Boss wazi for this lyrics. Mimi huwa naskia vybz akiimbia.
Oh mista Babylon Mia bhang from Jamaica.