How Much More Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Now everyday another youth hitch up in a gutter, mmm 

Now I man talk and I man stutter 

Can't understand say you fi try and help the youth them make them get big, what 

Say how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer 

How much more live without bread and butter 

How much more body we a go discover 

Have fi live together every brother and we sister 

Stop suffer 

Me say 

Mm, Jah pan the land a so we live a so we die 

Can't find the answer to the question why 

Me say the sky is the limit so you try touch the sky 

Put your trust in the God now Jah rasta for I... selasi 

...Hear how me cry and give me a bly 

Never trouble you so why you want shoot the i 

Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my 

Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry 

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Chorus: 

How much more ghetto youth have fi suffer 

How much more live without bread and butter 

How much more body we a go discover 

Have fi live together every brother and we sister 

Stop suffer 

Me say 

Easy no youth you love fi shoot 

Now you deh a prison a suck off man flute 

Mama say you brut you living like a coot 

Jah Jah never send no life pan no parachute 

Bad company make the i take the wrong route 

Now you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe suit 

And everyday another man a try pick your fruit 

Now them have you pan them nosel like a brand new recruit 

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Chorus 

Like a butter pon a piece of hot bread 

A so your blood run when a shot lick your head 

Don't you think it's better living than it is to be dead 

And in the Bible it is written and so it should be said 

Thou shall not kill neither blood must shed 

And yet still you wouldn't mind full me up the lead 

And tell me if your conscience no burn you when you go a bed 

And now you can't sleep you de a think 'bout the dead 

Chorus 

Life it rough inna the ghetto 

Everyday me neighborhood a run like soweto 

Over the badness is like you no let go 

The other day them shot me bredrin in front of esso 

Take away him wallet with about twenty peso 

After them shot him them dump him over there so 

And all me a warn is like me never say so 

Chorus 

Me say 

Mm, Jah pan the land a so we live a so we die(ME) 

Can't find the answer to the question why 

Me say the sky is the limit so you try touch the sky 

Put your trust in the God now Jah rasta for I... selasi 

...Hear how me cry and give me a bly 

Never trouble you so why you want shoot the i 

Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my 

Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry 

Chorus 

Me say 

Easy no youth you love fi shoot 

Now you deh a prison a suck off man flute 

Mama say you brut you living like a coot 

Jah Jah never send no life pan no parachute 

And bad company make the i take the wrong route 

Now you de behind the bar inna one crisp stripe suit 

Everyday another man want now try pick your fruit 

And now the they have you pan them nosel like a new brand recruit 

Chorus 

Like a butter pon a piece of hot bread 

A so your blood run when a shot lick your head 

Don't you think it's better living than it is to be dead 

And in the Bible it is written and so it should be said 

Thou shall not kill neither blood must shed 

And yet still you wouldn't mind full I man up a lead 

And your conscience no burn you anytime you go a bed 

And now you can't sleep you a think 'bout the dead 

And how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer 

How much more live without bread and butter 

How much more body we a go discover 

Have fi live together every brother and we sister 

Stop suffer