Lyrics

Tell you that I don't like the way they're living Because the way you're living is sicken You fight the youths dem out of their living You call us lazy while we're willing. Blood again Here say that's another little youth get shot again Fire fi the wicked, fire fi the heathens How so much gun reach yah? Me no know, me woulda like fi know a when How so much coke reach yah? Me no know, me woulda like fi know a when As a little youth try they to keep him down again What kinda juice that me gon catch a day a blend Who fi little youth dat me gon catch a day a end. Tell you that I don't like the way they're living Because the way you're living is sicken You fight the youths dem out of their living You call us lazy while we're willing. Bomb drop again Here say that another 25 dead up again Suicide bomber, then a who send dem? This yah one a go straight to all Bush servents How much more youth you ago make lose dem head? How much more youth fi ago drop down dead? Talk 'bout some a Shotta and dem don't have no head Weh dem yah man yah a come from? Dem a must living dead Coming with the fire yah weh redder than red. Tell you that I don't like the way they're living Because the way you're living is sicken You fight the youths dem out of their living You call us lazy while we're willing. Drive-by again Here say that another 35 blood up again Borderline a Hell, me can't go look fi Aunty Gwen Crab inna a bag, a friend a fight 'gainst friend? Blood again We used to friend from school days, now you no hail me again Come tell me, wha' happen to mi old time friend? I tell you that I don't like the way they're living Because the way you're living is sicken You fight the youths dem out of their living You call us lazy while we're willing. Blood again Here say that another little youth get shot again Fire fi the wicked, fire fi the heathens How so much gun reach yah? Me no know, me woulda like fi know a when How so much coke reach yah? Me no know, me woulda like fi know a when As a little youth rise, you try fi keep him down again What kind of juice that me go catch you deh a blend? Who fah little youth that me go catch you deh a hang? I tell you that I don't like the way they're living Because the way you're living is sicken You fight the youths dem out of their living You call us lazy while we're willing.
Writer(s): Richell Bonner, Michael John Khan, Ingo Rheinbay, Dennis Donald, George Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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