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[Verse 1]
Tell you that I don't like the way they're livin'
Because the way you're livin' is sickenin'
You fight the youths them out of their livin'
You call us lazy while we're willin'
[Verse 2]
Blood again, yes, another little youth get shot again
Fire for the wicked, fire for the heathen
How much gun reach ya? Me not know, me woulda like for know when
How much coke reach ya? Me not know, me woulda like for know when
[Verse 3]
As a little youth tries, they try for keep him down again
What kinda juice that me gon' catch a day, a blend?
Who for little youth that me gon' catch that day, a end?
Hey
[Verse 4]
Tell you that I don't like the way they're livin'
Because the way you're livin' is sickenin'
You fight the youths them out of their livin'
You call us lazy while we're willin'
[Verse 5]
Bomb drop again, here say that there another twenty five
Dead up again, suicide bomber, them a-who send them?
They say, well, a-go straight to hell, Bush servants
How much more youth you are gon' make lose their heads?
[Verse 6]
How much more youth for are gon' drop down dead?
Talk 'bout some shutter and them don't have no head
Well, in my mind them a-come from, them must livin' dead
Comin' with the fire, them a-redder than red, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Tell you that I don't like the way they're livin'
Because the way you're livin' is sickenin'
You fight the youths them out of their livin'
You call us lazy while we're willin'
[Verse 8]
Drive by again, yes, say that another twenty five dead up again
Borderline of Hell, me can't go look for Auntie Gwen
Crab in a bag, a friend'll fight 'gainst friend
[Verse 9]
Blood again, we used to friend from school days
But you not hear me again
Come tell me what happened to my old friend
Hey, oh, yeah
[Verse 10]
I tell you that I don't like the way they're livin'
Because the way you're livin' is sickenin'
You fight the youths them out of their livin'
You call us lazy while we're willin'
[Verse 11]
Blood again, yes, another little, little youth get shot again
Fire for the wicked, fire for the heathen
How much gun reach ya? Me not know, me woulda like for know when
How much coke reach ya? Me not know, me woulda like for know when
[Verse 12]
As a little youth tries, they try for keep him down again
What kinda juice that me gon' catch a day, a blend?
Who for little youth that me gon' catch that day, a end?
Hey
[Verse 13]
Tell you that I don't like the way they're livin'
Because the way you're livin' is sickenin'
You fight the youths them out of their livin'
You call us lazy while we're willin'
Written by: Bonner Richell, Dennis Donald, George Miller, Ingo Rheinbay, Michael John Khan
