Testo Living In Love - I Wayne
Testo della canzone Living In Love (I Wayne), tratta dall'album Lava Ground
Mmm, whoa
Mmm, mmm
Oh no
I love to see my people living in love
I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood
Nuff neglect the farming, scarring the mud
Yet they wanna be the first to reap the food as it bud
Oh, them fill the earth with prison, church and whorehouse
Love the rum bar, yet them hate the pure house
Them take the microchip and overrate the poor out
Less food, more jout and more mouth, oh
Rasta tell them all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil, so many go defile
Slave masters spit inna them face, them take that with a smile
The banks have the Nile, some islands are fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Waan devour mama, papa and child
Oh, sow nice seed and let it buss out
Them say them thing they take too long fi grow and start to cuss out
I couldn't trust them when those are the white you serve
Such is life, them say you just hurt
I see cash a height, what them call it squatter land
Some say fi government, some say fi Mattel land
Still no wan share although them got a lot of land
Them wan fi turn a gun range and shot a land
Rasta tell them all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil, so many go defile
Slave masters spit inna them face, them take that with a smile
The banks have the Nile, some islands are fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
The people acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Waan devour mama, papa and child
Politician a talk, certain thing them nah mention
Say a drugs and gun the people tax money spent pon
Come with plastic smile and them wicked intention
Inna your hand a weh them put them evil invention
Fi turn gun model, seeking attention
See them know you dead and that is no redemption
Parents a wonder where to get the first centrum
To bury the dead, them not even got pension
Rasta tell them all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil, so many go defile
Slave masters spit inna them face, them take that with a smile
The banks have the Nile, some islands are fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
The people acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Waan devour mama, papa and child
Love to see my people living in love
I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood
Nuff neglect the farming, scarring the mud
Yet them wanna be the first to pick the fruit as it bud
Oh, turn the earth inna prison, church and whorehouse
Love the rum bar, yet them hate the pure house
Them take the microchip and overrate the poor out
Less food, more mouth and more jout, oh
Rasta tell them all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil, so many go defile
Slave masters spit inna them face, them take that with a smile
The banks have the Nile, some islands are fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Waan devour mama, papa and child
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Gibson, N. Listrani, C. Taylor
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