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Tell me wha gwan hyah, cah dem say

We cyant get along so wha di people say?

Is why we quarrelin' and not living for love?

Wha di people say?



Wha gwan? Tell me something, make me understand

You're not a travel bag bwoy, why you carry on?

Who told you the don? Yo, where you come from?

Your skin the same colour as mine bwoy, you need sun!

Maybe your hair is straighter but I wouldn't trade my

Dreadlocks for a plate of gold blocks and a LeSabre

Cuz see, I'm not a traitor, when referring to my people

I'm including the blacks and the whites, both are equal

The soil inhabits evil, our continent was accomplished

Through slavery and massacres of natives now impoverished

Yo man, don't test me, I know the ancestry

Two E's in Europe, both meaning 'Evil' for made centuries

Retaliation tempts me, could have the nation messy

Seeing others through the eyes of the Father's what prevents me

Cyant mix dog with cat but any humans can breed

The 100 metre dash is the only race we need! Yo!



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W'happen to you bredren? How many tie you severin'?

Befriending those depending if them watch rabbi or reverend

Ain't no use in defending religion to this youth

Cuz superiority of beliefs is a mistruth

Who tell you say to whom and where you pray is what prepare your way

To heaven's gate or wherever you going once your shell decay

If day to day you cyant stay away from a state of hate

Claiming those of wayward faiths soon to face a heinous fate

Ain't no way to blind God's eye from your interior

The road to salvation isn't segregation, hear me nah?

Who cares if you go to a mosque, church or synagogue?

As long as the way that you're living ain't a sin to God

No disrespect but me nah care what you are

Too often religion is the reason for riots and war

You can call Him what you want but there's just one God you know

And I hope when Him call you, that it's safe for you to go! Yo!



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Dear Heavenly Father, I don't know why I bother

Sometimes to write rhymes feeling I won't get no farther

Cuz all the while I'm arguing about finances

With my moms and my pops every time they're getting chances

How well can one expect to do when family's disrespecting you?

Reflected through the disdain for the music I'm connected to

"Accept it dude" is what I tell myself, am I wrong?

Cuz as long as I remember, me and pops ain't got along

I doubt there's even a reason to say it in this song

There's a line dividing my family that will never be gone

From when I born, I knew I was made to make music

But losing money doing it, to them, is not amusing

Abusing each other with words I know is no solution

Especially when family is a dying institution

Lord, I pray for guidance in this world full of hatred

Cuz I don't think we'll make it if we don't keep love sacred

Yo!



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