Letter To The Editor Lyrics - Thievery Corporation

[Verse 1] 

Letter to the Editor 

Pocket full a promises 

Baby empty bellies 

Poverty and Democracies 

And political rallies 

But who the rich a lobby for 

Using me for votes 

Pretend a mi yuh sorry for 

Then win and its a joke 

I'm sick of trick or treaters in costumes like dem as leaders 

Charismatic public speakers 

False prophets and fake healers 

Articulate perfect grammar scammer 

Scamming us for votes 

Infront of tv camera with an innocent approach 

Nuh mo lies and fallacies 

Bun apologies 

Try nuh ask please when a squeeze and yuh pan yuh knees 

Justice or else says the minister Farakhan 

Suh me stand up a Gordon house 

Wid my Glock Inna me hand 

If I take it literally, fuck it geez I'm kinda sorry 

But smaddy need Fi answer 

Gimmi Di microphone and Mek mi rep di innocent paying recompense for money spent to feed the governments 

Yo! Gimmi Di microphone get the people riled up too much fuckery Piled up get di ting dem oiled up 

Parallel universes in the same Ol' hemisphere 

Authorities they don't care with dem nose up in the air 

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[Chorus] 

Cause our bombs dem metaphoric 

We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it 

Cause I'm a fighter, yeah 

If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah 

[Verse 2] 

Mek the stench from ghetto fences permeate dem residences extend up through the trenches up to where the presidents is 

Karma pan Di ones and twos yes it turn the tables 

Had enough a you with your parable and fables 

Jamaican bad gal queen and revolutionary 

Neva quick Fi start a war but shoot whenever necessary 

Product of the inner city 

Where me come from it nuh pretty 

Survive the nitty gritty 

Ain't nobody taking pity 

Survival kinda sticky 

In New York Cali and philly 

A di same ting a gwaan in a Kingston 

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[Chorus] 

Cause our bombs dem metaphoric 

We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it 

Cause I'm a fighter, yeah 

If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah 

[Verse 3] 

These are the da days of the last days, pan the last page of Di book of the dark age 

We a path ways wid oppressors 

Seek Predecessors 

Wake up ancestors 

Den we team up together 

We will meet we will meet pan Di battle Di battle ground 

Trade mi microphone 

For a shottie and some copper stones 

Just be ready When Di gavel sound 

Bun a folly ground fus 

Jah surround us 

So We never nervous 

Was a mental war now this shit turn physical 

From long time scar we a reap the residual 

From slavery to now, now the ting get critical 

Dem CyAh kill we soul cause dem sight sey we spiritual 

So They be like, hey 

Prod the bull under Sykes as subliminal, get them mad 

Then chastise dem as criminal 

Give wi drugs under guise sey it clinical