[Intro]
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Psalms 127 Selah,
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Except di lawd build di house, dey live in vain dat build it,
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Except di lawd keep di city, di watchmen watch it, but in vain.
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Thank yuh, its just another day, selah, its just another day...
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[Chorus 1]
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Thank yuh jah mi wake up dis morning
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Roll out di herbs before me start yawning
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Tun round bus a kiss pon mi dawlin
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Tell har seh honey mi ah touch inna di steet
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In di street mi see poor people bawlin
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Nuff juvenile nuh even nyam from morning,
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Weh di black woman future me aks him
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Weh di system a do fi she? No.
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[Verse]
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Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own,
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Weh di man deh? no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail.
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Big up di juvenile dem inna di street,
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We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome,
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Dem no waan wi fi claim our own, but Africa nah found nuf hole inna road
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Ghetto youth we go on and on, Babylon waan wi gone,
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Hungry from morning til night come, dem waan wi fi live our life so,
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Dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop, no,
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A wonder if di ghetto a go drop, no,
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Dem a wonder if wi catch inna di trap, no,
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A wonder if jah tun him back. no,
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[Chorus 2]
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Thank yuh jah mi wake up dis morning,
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Got up an smile out when mi see it stormin,
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Mi vision seh better days coming every day dat mi a pree,
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Mi nuh see nuh job nah no free education weh dem did promise,
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None ah dem never give way nothing,
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It's like ghetto youths lost to di system every day dat mi a pree, no
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[Verse]
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Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own,
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Weh di man deh? no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail.
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Big up di juvenile dem inna di street,
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We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome,
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Dem no waan wi fi claim our own, but Africa nah found nuf hole inna road
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Ghetto youth we go on and on, Babylon waan wi gone,
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Hungry from morning til night come, dem waan wi fi live our life so,
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Dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop, no,
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A wonder if di ghetto a go drop, no,
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Dem a wonder if wi catch inna di trap, no,
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A wonder if jah tun him back. no,
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[Chorus 1]
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Thank yuh jah mi wake up dis morning
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Roll out di herbs before me start yawning
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Tun round bus a kiss pon mi dawlin
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Tell har seh honey mi ah touch inna di steet
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In di street mi see poor people bawlin
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Nuff juvenile nuh even nyam from morning,
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Weh di black woman future me aks him
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Weh di system a do fi she? No.
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[Verse]
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Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own,
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Weh di man deh? no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail.
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Big up di juvenile dem inna di street,
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We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome,
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Dem no waan wi fi claim our own, but Africa nah found nuf hole inna road
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Ghetto youth we go on and on, Babylon waan wi gone,
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Hungry from morning til night come, dem waan wi fi live our life so,
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Dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop, no,
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A wonder if di ghetto a go drop, no,
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Dem a wonder if wi catch inna di trap, no,
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A wonder if jah tun him back. no
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Thank Yuh Jah
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Vybz Kartel |