[Intro: Mutabaruka]
How can a people be so traumatized that they start to love their traumatic experiences?
We are defining ourselves through colonisers, still how can we be so blind?
This only buss for the revolution
Natty Pablo
SP
[Chorus - Sean Paul]
See them a run out with full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone
Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone
Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away thеm soul
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
Yow, hey me a tell you not to pree that insanity
Humanity thеy have been living like idiot
Why mankind can't see that life is a gift
Still we fighting war, we don't need that
When everyday is a struggle so far
For every ghetto youth they're making life so hard
They make the Marge, there's just no reward for life there's just no regard
There ain't no chance in this life to get a real shot
So man pick up them steel and a beat and real shot
Because the pressure never ease up until election time when the bigger heads need us
[Chorus - Sean Paul]
Full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone
Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone
Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away them soul
How can a people be so traumatized that they start to love their traumatic experiences?
We are defining ourselves through colonisers, still how can we be so blind?
This only buss for the revolution
Natty Pablo
SP
[Chorus - Sean Paul]
See them a run out with full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone
Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone
Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away thеm soul
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
Yow, hey me a tell you not to pree that insanity
Humanity thеy have been living like idiot
Why mankind can't see that life is a gift
Still we fighting war, we don't need that
When everyday is a struggle so far
For every ghetto youth they're making life so hard
They make the Marge, there's just no reward for life there's just no regard
There ain't no chance in this life to get a real shot
So man pick up them steel and a beat and real shot
Because the pressure never ease up until election time when the bigger heads need us
[Chorus - Sean Paul]
Full clip say them gun nah stick yow it's like Guns of Navarone
Buss shot quick, head back split them a buss shot to tear through flesh and bone
Ooooh mama bawl when she have to write the youth them name down Inna stone
Ooooh them a dash away people but them just cannot dash away them soul
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