How Does It Feel
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Corruption, envy, and greed
That's all I see around me day by day
Mad Cabra again
The world is in problem
Ask the foreign youths
Me bawl
Well then
Only ghetto youth fi accept the pressure everyday
Hey, hey
Where there's a will, there's a way
Mi son, well
A so di Mad Cabra say
Mr. Bigga Head, me a ask
How does it feel when you make a youth work without pay?
When you done, you give the youth whole heap of la-lay?
Mi son, well
That's not the right way
That's why the Mad Cabra bawl
Get up, stand up, fight fi your right
Make a guy know what, a what you no like
And no bother bow back nor apologize
Certain guy waan fi use mic fi beat bright
Punga dem punga outta order and bright
Come we come fi pop off certain fool's stripe
How comes a only certain youth get exploit style?
And the next set rejoice, me no like
Only ghetto youth fi accept the pressure everyday
Hey, hey
Where there's a will, there's a way
Mi son, well
A so di Mad Cabra say
Mr. Bigga Head, me a ask
How does it feel when you make a youth work without pay?
When you done, you give the youth whole heap of la-lay?
Mi son, well
That's not the right way
Style spoil
That's why me say youths and youths
We know how things stay outta road
Bigga Head a give we gun clip overload
Waan you feel nice and put drugs inna your nose
And force you fi stab your own brother with sword
Just to achieve a one grand and some clothes
Have you inna custody, the judge a beat board
Then count a murder, the prison gate close
You left your little son fi face hell outta road
Wicked, wicked haffi jump overboard
Car dem a drive we run that off-road
Heavy load, and the case close
You do fi know
Only ghetto youth fi accept the pressure everyday
Hey, hey
Where there's a will, there's a way
Mi son, well
A so di Mad Cabra say
Mr. Bigga Head, me a ask
How does it feel when you make a youth work without pay?
When you done, you give the youth whole heap of la-lay?
Mi son, well
That's not the right way
That's why the Mad Cabra say
If you start fi live big, they say police will watch your yard
Everything weh ghetto youth try get, sabotage
Trust dem no trust we youth, and just because
High price of bite we like alligator jaws
Work like a idiot fi no sight no reward
To how the Cabra see the country gone to the dogs
Have we like a puppet and them set them own doors
Like tape recorders, dem put we pon pause
But the snake press record
You do fi know
Only ghetto youth fi accept the pressure everyday
Hey, hey
Where there's a will, there's a way
Mi son, well
A so di Mad Cabra say
Mr. Bigga Head, me a ask
How does it feel when you make a youth work without pay?
When you done, you give the youth whole heap of la-lay?
Mi son, well
That's not the right way
Style spoil
That's why me bawl
Get up, stand up, fight fi your right
Make a guy know what, a what you no like
And no bother bow back nor apologize
Certain guy waan fi use mic fi beat bright
Punga dem punga outta order and bright
Pop we come fi pop off certain fool's stripe
How comes a only certain youth get exploit style?
And the next set rejoice, me no like
Only ghetto youth fi accept the pressure everyday