They Don't Know Songtext
von I Wayne
They Don't Know Songtext
I no join evil politi′ try sperr on dem away
Wi dutty heart, I no mix, fi a bun dem away
Nuff get high, children fall weh like dem guns are
Politi' dey wan to kill, like daughters and sons fall
Nuff youths got bad ways a bring
Bullets and laser thing
To mess up earth with graver sin
Preserving life a major thing
Burn oil and powder sprinkling
Nastiness dem mingling in
Lightning, strike the wicked, burn like kindling
The children life dem wan fi take, judgement dem get
Youths go pon the earth, don′t be like slave master set
Who accept this mark a death, mark X fi get a set
Burn politician weh bun fast a net
They don't know which way to go
Seeds of confusion they sow
Woah, beyond to those who do what they're not suppose to
Many groupings up on the main
Drive-by shooting leave bloodstains
People looting all inna the rain
Some under the influence of the cocaine
Parents weeping, a chest and belly pain
Funeral nine night and war inna the lane
Many gone pon political campaign
Spilling blood while drinking champagne
Ash, look how long the parents been warning
Tell the youths low the gun forming
Some say dem bad from birth, some say dem bad from morning
Tell dem stop farm food and go do some food farming
They don′t know which way to go
Seeds of confusion they sow
Woah, beyond to those who do what they′re not suppose to
See it deh now, the people segregated
Fed up and frustrated
Dem stop dealing with love dem turn to hatred
Most of the war politically motivated
Within the system they've been captivated
To be free for so long they have waited
Dem have the kids walking the street naked
Babylon nasty, dem too X-rated
They don′t know which way to go
Seeds of confusion they sow
Woah, beyond to those who do what they're not suppose to
Nuff youths got bad ways a bring
Bullets and laser thing
To mess up earth with graver sin
Preserving life is a major thing
Burn oil and powder sprinkling
Nastiness dem mingling in
Lightning, strike the wicked, burn like kindling
Children life dem wan fi take, judgement dem get
Youths go pon the earth, don′t be like slave master set
Who accept this mark a death, mark X fi get a set...
Wi dutty heart, I no mix, fi a bun dem away
Nuff get high, children fall weh like dem guns are
Politi' dey wan to kill, like daughters and sons fall
Nuff youths got bad ways a bring
Bullets and laser thing
To mess up earth with graver sin
Preserving life a major thing
Burn oil and powder sprinkling
Nastiness dem mingling in
Lightning, strike the wicked, burn like kindling
The children life dem wan fi take, judgement dem get
Youths go pon the earth, don′t be like slave master set
Who accept this mark a death, mark X fi get a set
Burn politician weh bun fast a net
They don't know which way to go
Seeds of confusion they sow
Woah, beyond to those who do what they're not suppose to
Many groupings up on the main
Drive-by shooting leave bloodstains
People looting all inna the rain
Some under the influence of the cocaine
Parents weeping, a chest and belly pain
Funeral nine night and war inna the lane
Many gone pon political campaign
Spilling blood while drinking champagne
Ash, look how long the parents been warning
Tell the youths low the gun forming
Some say dem bad from birth, some say dem bad from morning
Tell dem stop farm food and go do some food farming
They don′t know which way to go
Seeds of confusion they sow
Woah, beyond to those who do what they′re not suppose to
See it deh now, the people segregated
Fed up and frustrated
Dem stop dealing with love dem turn to hatred
Most of the war politically motivated
Within the system they've been captivated
To be free for so long they have waited
Dem have the kids walking the street naked
Babylon nasty, dem too X-rated
They don′t know which way to go
Seeds of confusion they sow
Woah, beyond to those who do what they're not suppose to
Nuff youths got bad ways a bring
Bullets and laser thing
To mess up earth with graver sin
Preserving life is a major thing
Burn oil and powder sprinkling
Nastiness dem mingling in
Lightning, strike the wicked, burn like kindling
Children life dem wan fi take, judgement dem get
Youths go pon the earth, don′t be like slave master set
Who accept this mark a death, mark X fi get a set...
Writer(s): Wayne Anthony Hector, Steven Mccutcheon, James Maccarthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
