Live Up
Bushman
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Oh Lord
Woah
Woah now
Yeah, oh now
Hey
Who make the youths dem buss the gun?
Santa Claus and Humpty Dumb
They are the influence to stray the youths dem mind
They take away the youths dem fun
'Cause the youths dem all to run
Themselves wanted, hiding for their life
But now, ghetto youths are getting wise
And they seeing through their eyes
No man nuh wanted, everyone a chance fi life
It no nice, gunshot a buss up and marrow a fly
Everyday another ghetto youth a die
What next to expect? Gun life ain't no paradise
So mi jus' go it it up at the valley and jungle
And tell the ghetto youth dem just fi humble
Again mi go so
I go spin another back to now
Another time fi idle
'Cause Babylon sitting there inna dem rocking chair
But the ghetto youth dem just don't care
And I can see dem sitting there inna dem rocking chair
And buss big laugh and nuh share dem champagne
But prepare and beware
Come inna the Eagle, and the Jack, and the Beer
Ever Rastafari say, "You fi take care"
Big up headmaster Rastafari, nuh fear
So it go so, yow
Here comes Mr. Jacket and Tie
Selling the youths some fire
Woulda tell the youths dem, "Beware"
Oh me, oh me, oh my
Mi put a fire pon every little system
And all dem drugs and guns
'Cause a it influence the youths dem
And take away their fun
I see dem sitting there inna dem rocking chair
But the ghetto youth dem just don't care
Babylon sitting there inna dem rocking chair
And buss big laugh and nuh share dem champagne
But it it up at the valley and jungle
And tell the ghetto youth dem just fi humble
I tell you go so
I go spin another back to now
Another time fi idle
Youths dem nuh teach black people 'bout dem heritage and love
Teach dem fi hate, and dem go teach dem fi grudge
But early inna the morning as the Rasta youth budge
Dem greet black people with love
Say yow
Dem teach dem fi buss gun and cut no chat
Mi a tell you, that we nuh promote
Righteousness, mi say, out of mi mouth
Watch it, when the Rasta youth chat chat chat chat chat
But now, ghetto youths are getting wise
And they're opening their eyes
No man nuh wanted, every man a chance fi life
It no nice, gunshot a buss up and marrow a fly
Everyday another ghetto youth die
What next to expect? Gun life ain't no paradise