Testo They Don't Know - Bounty Killer
Testo della canzone They Don't Know (Bounty Killer), tratta dall'album They Don't Know (Bawlin)
Kaboom! Esko
It's poor people's governor, they call to the rescue
This system was designed to perplex you, and stress you
But to the promise land we best go
Hey yo! Hello!
Ghetto youths, don't over do it
Go easy in these streets, fi get to make ends meet
No loose man, no loose move, no loose meds
Yo, don't mess up the youths dem
It's warlord corruption, we gotta get the youth bread
Kaboom! Ghetto boss
Well!
Police likkle ting, the man dem ready fi pop it off
Grease up the pin, select the ting and the trash kick off
Blow!
Yute dem want the money, no!
Dem will done you any how
Baby lay down inna bed, top lick off
Three pickney me see just dead and it hot me heart
Three dots me see say dem go catch, true crime stop tip off
Yo!
Badness ting unuh fi low!
This anuh this anuh show!
When you dead, you just a dead, you nah have no part
Bawlin'
You ever hear a likkle baby bawlin'?
When your food nah reach him belly from morning
Tell me what you expect
Watch him starving to death, a you go mek the
Get brawlin'
Papa apply fi work and dem no call him
Mama used to sew shirt but now it's stallin'
Turn round and look pon her yute
Yute can't find no food, now fi call me
Well! Well!
True they don't know how ghetto people grow
They say that they know but they really don't know
Well!
Mr. Politician, tek da one yah inna your head
Everybody have a family dem want provide the bread
How you teach the youths dem bread
You tell dem 'bout green and the red
Say no bother come back round yah, come the youths dem head
Tell how you feel
When you set your system fi the youths dem haffi steal
Running down a fantasy and don't know what is real
Gun him down a man to see if that will mek them heal
Teach dem love because a that the youths dem need, need
True they don't know how ghetto people grow
They say that they know but they really don't know
Well!
Bawlin'
You ever hear a likkle baby bawlin'?
When your food nah reach him belly from morning
Tell me what you expect
Watch him starving to death, a you go mek the
Get brawlin'
Papa apply fi work and dem no call him
Mama used to sew shirt but now it's stallin'
Turn round and look pon her yute
Yute can't find no food, now fi call me
Well!
True they don't know how ghetto people grow, yo
They say that they know, dem punks deh, deh don't know
Kaboom! Esko
It's poor people's governor, they call to the rescue
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Writer(s): Rodney Price
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