Damian Marley

Damian Marley - Give Dem Some Way lyrics

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Well den a nuff ghetto youths 

Dat got no place to go

Live night and day roaming

In the ghetto

Most ghetto youths

Aint' got a place of their own

Give dem some place 

So they can call there home

And then most politician

Telling poor people lies

And can't give no answer

When di poor people cry

We get ignorant

We bingy drum dem go rise

Gimme some space

So I can burn those guys

Well most politicians

Fighting gainst Rasta troops

And making mistake 

And a tell poor people oops

See dem a see dem a flex

Like some dapa's and doops

Gimme some space 

To burn di nincompoops

Why should ghetto youths

dem have to war over cheese

wid these big machines

That you bring from over seas

It burn up dem skin 

Like some unwanted disease

Gimme some space 

So I can burn dem please

Big fire stick 

weh all a mek certain sound

pure gun shot 

me a here a ring thru the town

everybody wanna be 

the modern day Al Capone

gimme some space

so I can burn dem down

di youths dem a jump

to every word that you said

when gun shot a bust

fi you pickny nuh dead

dem vex true we hail

King Selassie instead

gimme some space

and mek I burn dem red

nuff gyal a say dem

want fi come a stage show

and spar wid di stars

so dem can jam a front row

well nuff gyal a love man

just fi di doe

gimme some space 

and mek I burn those hoes



CHORUS 2x(Dadigon)



Politician used and refused

But we won't take no more

Never let you take advantage of the poor

While di youths dem in the core

Crying out for more

You hide yourself behind your close door

Close door



VERSE



weh the thugs dem 

Are ready fi di conquering

Lion of Judah 

Is now wondering

How some punks 

Stand up one side pondering

How di youths 

Find roof to live under in

And shine like a diamond twinkling

when they see me 

And di gyal dem mingling

Better watch how you

Group and singling

Better mind who you

Feel and fingling

We don't join

Goose and gandering

We don't join

Chumpas squandering

And the sound of 

The album cramping him

Well we don't play game

When dem ramping in

Better watch as my

Timb boots stomping in

Trampling

Di camp dem camping in

And ah burn out the vampire

Vamping in

Wi di, red burning lamp within

After so much sleep

And slumbering

Is now wonder di

Impress dumping him

Youngest veteran

Will be pumping in

Thumping in

The club dem jumping in

So wah

Tell the people your bumpin in

Say wah

All mi colleagues dem chumping in

After sleepless nights of sampling

The results can be life gambling

Now don't stop by nor stumble in

The jungle

Where the royal a rumble in

Someone cookie jar will be crumbling

And we don't mek room fi no fumbling

Well, carefull how your entire in 

Certain after dark adventuring

Cuase you might have to be surrendering

Mi sey all those jewels and Benjamin's

Weh di thugs dem weh ready

Fi di wrangling

When the real Gideon

Is untangling

And a drive inna prestige handling

And a practice punk dismantling

And a trod go a Binghi di thanks giving

Fi go hail up di elders skankin in

Fi guidance you thru the world

Weh di punks live in

Burn the church weh di popes

And munks live in

Well judgment fi dem tampering

When dem grudge 

Cause a me di gyal pampering

Mr. Bean just find and brind her in

When dem can't find help nor hindering

Cause di man wid 

Di old big blunt a role

Deh yah now fi go burn down

Bumbo hole

Wid enough fire power

Fi di winter cold

Weh nuh rise till the revolution unfold 

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