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Shiblet
Shiblet
A just so the ting set inna the place
A so it set
Give the youths dem gun and control dem head space
A that dem do
Me no want no corrupted people talk to me
Oh God
Everyday me hear the mothers dem a cry
'Cause a son or a daughter just die
Everyday me hear the fathers dem cry
Shots a fall like rain from the sky
Everyday me hear the mothers dem a cry
'Cause a son or a daughter just die
Everyday me hear the fathers dem cry
Shots a fall like rain from the sky
The bigger heads dem inna wronglings
Give the youth dem gun fi secure the gully and the bankings
Inna the street gunshots a sing like Shabba Ranking
Load the fire, turn up it, worse the problem dem not solving
Woah
The bigger heads dem inna wronglings
Give the youth dem gun fi secure the gully and the bankings
Inna the street gunshots a sing like Shabba Ranking
Load the fire, turn up it, worse the problem dem not solving
Woah
The place locked down with pure guns and bullet
Food basket dem lock up and the youth dem come fi pull it
Man have him gun and take dem life a play Russian Roulette
Dem buss it up, buss it up, magazine empty, dem full it
Anything and everything, a so the man dem a chat-chat
Every little youth waan stamp dem name up pon the map-map
Give dem a gun, go fi it back, you'll get a permanent nap
Not even rain can cool dem down to how the place a run hot-hot
Wonder if a the food dem eat or true so dem a swallow that
Who anuh don waan turn big man, who nuh big man waan turn scalawa
Said that dem nuh fear no jacket, no tie, no man inna Calala
Anything it take by any means fi get the dollar
The bigger heads dem inna wronglings
Give the youth dem gun fi secure the gully and the bankings
Inna the street gunshots a sing like Shabba Ranking
Load the fire, turn up it, worse the problem dem not solving
Woah
The bigger heads dem inna wronglings
Give the youth dem gun fi secure the gully and the bankings
Inna the street gunshots a sing like Shabba Ranking
Load the fire, turn up it, worse the problem dem not solving
Woah
Don't make dem separate unuh, love each other
No make vanity no well make unuh grudge each other
Every man equal, none above each other
A time man haffi start destroy and blood up each other
All the youths dem inna the lane, what you
Gain when you make a man corrupt your brain?
You buss dem gun and play dem game
Police have your picture, calling up your name
Circle pon your ends and have you tame
Bax you down and lick out your brain
Everyday me hear the mothers dem a cry
'Cause a son or a daughter just die
Everyday me hear the fathers dem cry
Shots a fall like rain from the sky
Everyday me hear the mothers dem a cry
'Cause a son or a daughter just die
Everyday me hear the fathers dem cry
Shots a fall like rain from the sky
The bigger heads dem inna wronglings
Give the youth dem gun fi secure the gully and the bankings
Inna the street gunshots a sing like Shabba Ranking
Load the fire, turn up it, worse the problem dem not solving
Woah
The bigger heads dem inna wronglings
Give the youth dem gun fi secure the gully and the bankings
Inna the street gunshots a sing like Shabba Ranking
Load the fire, turn up it, worse the problem dem not solving
Woah
The place locked down with pure guns and bullet
Food basket dem lock up and the youth dem come fi pull it