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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Programming
Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Composer
Billy Walsh
Billy Walsh
Composer
Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Producer
Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
Co-Producer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I can't sleep, not these days No peace, these streets crazy We pray for the ones who are missing Yeah, we pray for the ones who are missing (oh, yeah) Ayy, can't sleep, not these days Man down, M.I.A We pray for the ones who are missing For the ones who are missing Rum-pum-pum-pum, another one's son, gone Now will never stand in the sun Lord, be my protection and my bulletproof vest Guide me as this boy becomes a man from the slum Lord knows I'm grateful for the man I'vе become Lord knows I'm grateful for thе challenges, yeah 'Cause now we countin' money 'til we damage our funds, yeah Now we countin' money 'cause it come in abundance Rum-pum-pum-pum, drummer boy come Run a boy down and then snitch on his mate, yeah You gotta be family to eat from this plate, yeah Where we from ain't safe, no need to relate Times in life when I wish I had another man's life But that's life, fam, let that be another man's life Let Mummy spend time with the president's wife 'Cause in this life, even champions die (rest in peace) Can't sleep, not these days Man down, M.I.A We pray for the ones who are missing For the ones who are missing (oh yeah) Rum-pum-pum-pum, drummer boy come Gun a boy down and then leave him for dead Pour somethin' straight, kiss goodbye to my G He's goin' cunch and I'll probably never see him again Been a little minute since I visited ends I don't wanna see my cousin in that prison again And I know he's only trappin' 'cause he's tryna make it happen But I gotta get it patterned, yeah, I gotta get it patterned For the bread, gotta get the bread Do it for my enemies, do it for my friends Weed in my belly, liquor in my head See me on the telly like if I'm dead But still I ain't dead Ah-ah, yeah Oi, ayy But still I ain't dead (Pull and, pull and, pull and, pull and) Can't sleep, not these days No peace, these streets crazy We pray for the ones who are missing We pray for the ones who are missing Ayy, can't sleep, not these days Man down, M.I.A We pray for the ones who are missing For the ones who are missing One by one, my soldiers stand up and fall Stand up and fall, stand up and One by one my soldiers stand up and Stand up, yeah, stand up, yeah Stand up, yeah, stand up, yeah One by one my, cry out and cry out and fall Brothers dem fall Toy soldiers, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't Stand up and fall down, yeah Stand up, yeah, stand up, yeah Stand up, yeah
Writer(s): Fred Gibson, Berwyn Du Bois, Billy Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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