Intro. Lawd-a-mercy. Well di 45 in concert dem soil gunman shirt it jus cant work. Lawd-a-mercy. Well me warn him and me tell him Ill nevva stop til di 45 smell him and.
Chorus:. Awake from your sleep it's been a long slumber. It's been over 50 years of the spell you've been under. Awake oh' fatherland. . Destruction and prosperity you've seen it all.
Well, this one reaching out to all the leaders and the media. Well, this is Rodney Price aka Bounty Kiler. The leader for Poor People Government. . Well, poor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up.
An explosion rips the silence. A cowardly act of senseless violence. An innocent family lies dead in the street. Murdered for shopping to eat. Glass and brick are strewn everywhere.
Damned for the things I say. Damned for the views I take. Damned whether I'm wrong or right. Damned for the way I live my life. . Chorus:. No matter what I do, no matter what I say.
Intro:. Hay Yow! Mr Fassy. Cause yuh should be happy to see others happy. We gonna start this and sell a million copy. . Anyway. Boo away some battyman nuh waan dem aroun mi.
When there was a job to be done. The nation counted on number one. No mission impossible, he did it all. He would never let his fatherland fall. . He conquered the highest peaks.
I've spent twenty-plus years with my sweet dear, and I can go on another day. If the bottle don't kill me, I know she will and I aint goin out that way.
That final day has come to dawn. I'm off to no-mans land. Into the barbed wire, into the smoke. Where ones' dreams turn to sand. I look to the day when I'm in your arms.
1. My pocket is week, my heart is willing. Ah want a pound a rice, but can't find a shillin. Can't buy the chicken back, much less the chicken. Turn left and right is pure gunshot a fling.
Like a rose that withers in the frost,. Never to see another bloom. When the rays of light start to fade,. The long winter is coming soon. I tread familiar grounds, see your face,.
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down. And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown. Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone.
You and me, we go back a long time. I remember the trials that we've been through. But somewhere down the line you took a wrong turn. I still can't believe that it's true.
Intro:. A who di gal dem a cry for. Scare Dem, Monster Shack just as dat. Angel Doolas, sexy body gal are here to conquer. Jesus Christ dem gyal yah a de banker,.
Be wise, be brave, says the father to his son. Be alert, be strong, never bow before anyone. Never compromise our ideals before a nations scorn. Remember my son be on guard.
CHO. Well I've got a criss pack of boots and a hot gal on my mind,. Then Wayne Wonder what you gonna do??. 'cause I well want a piece so I aint gonna waste no time..
So many things race through my head. Of the perils, the dreams of the life you led. I've so many memories of you, my friend. You're in my thoughts with every tear I cry.
INTRO:. Mi nuh know how dem man yah fi talk bout dem a run di place an how dem a badman. A bleach dem face an a cream dem hair inna tight pants. Bum out dem bumboclaat!.
You wake up in the morning, and get up out of bed. Not remembering the night before, with an aching in your head. You were snorting white lines before all went blank.
Verse 1. I just wanna make it clear from the start. That I'm just singin' with a hillbilly heart. Ain't got no half-assed goddamn city boy roots. I feel the ground on my land under my boots.