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Child Abuse
Beenie Man
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The world just mash up
Yeah, dedicated to all who thinking corrupt
All of unuh careless daddy, I waan unuh take heed
I and Beenie Man pon di riddim
Listen me now
A long time we a teach, a long time we a warn
When we see people pickney and lef' dem and gwan
Always remember, you burn none house down
Mi inna di wrong system, that's child abuse ting
Death is the wages of sin
Inna di wrong system, that's same incest ting
Death is the wages of -
Holla unuh careless poppa
Beenie Man talking
Look how long you and your wife, and your daughter living
But she turn sixteen, she feel attractive
She only want a boyfriend to feel more positive
First time you see the youth, you a chop off of him
The mother find out and start draw card pon him
The answer from the father mouth was so frightening
Him say, "A him sow the seed, a him fi pick the pumpkin"
"Him nah mek no mongoose come nyam him chicken"
Inna di wrong system, that's child abuse ting
Death is the wages of sin
Inna di wrong system, that's same incest ting
Death is the wages of -
True, mi get mi daughter and mi get mi son
And when mi daughter gone a school, mi son just a come
And if a boy see her and ever run her down
I woulda say, "Mi gun lost", I woulda run him down
I woulda run him up the road, down the road, in and out the window
Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and veranda
If I ever hold him, I would charge him murder
Fathers leaving with daughters
A long time we a preach, a long time we a warn
When we see people pickney and lef' dem and gwan
Always remember, you burn none house down
Mi inna di wrong system, that's child abuse ting
Death is the wages of sin
Inna di wrong system, that's same incest ting
Death is the wages of -
Yute man of today, mi know you're intelligent
Mi nah tell you say fi nuh trust your parents
Have some father a do di wrong ting
All a mek a skit, she find him daughter Jacqueline
And she a just eleven, unuh try understand
Father, you coulda end up a dead man
Inna di wrong system, that's child abuse ting
Death is the wages of sin
Inna di wrong system, that's same incest ting
Death is the wages of -
Look how long you and your wife, and your daughter living
But she turn sixteen, she feel attractive
She only want a boyfriend to feel more positive
First time you see the youth, you a chop off of him
Next time you see the youth, you start draw card pon him
The mother find out and start frown pon him
The words from the poppa mouth was so frightening
Him say, "A him sow the seed, a him fi pick the pumpkin"
"And him nah mek no mongoose come nyam him chicken"
Inna di wrong system, that's child abuse ting
Death is the wages of sin
Inna di wrong system, that's same incest ting
Death is the wages of -
True, a long time we a preach, a long time we a warn
When we see people pickney and lef' dem and gwan
Always remember, you burn none house down
Mi inna di wrong system, that's child abuse ting
'Member say, death is the wages of sin
Inna di wrong system, that's same incest ting
Death is the wages of -
True, mi get mi daughter and mi get mi son
And when mi daughter gone a school, mi son just a come
And if a boy see her and ever run her down
I woulda say, "Mi gun lost", I woulda run him down
I woulda run him up the road, down the road, in and out the window
Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and veranda
If I ever hold him, I would charge him murder
Fathers leaving with daughters
A long time we deh preach, a long time we a warn
When we see people pickney and lef' dem and gwan
Always remember, you burn none house down
Mi inna di wrong system, that's child abuse ting
Death is the wages of sin
Inna di wrong system, that's same incest ting
Death is the wages of -
Say, yute man of today, mi know you're intelligent
Mi nah tell you say fi nuh trust your parents
You have some father weh a do di wrong ting
All a mek a skit, she find him daughter Jacqueline
And everybody know she a just eleven
So, father, unuh listen and try understand
If you do di wrong ting, you end up a dead man
A long time we a preach, a long time we a warn
When we see people pickney and lef' dem and gwan
Always remember, you burn none house down
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