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These Are The Days

Busy Signal

Loaded

45

Rock

Tekst piosenki
[Intro] Yea gotta stay conscious - huh - aaah Gotta get my bread gotta keep my head up These are the fucking days When the gal dem in dem teens have the fucking aids Nuff yute nuh have degrees but dem have the grades Picture dis an' try fi see it with yuh fucking ears These are the fucking times When yuh sneakers ain't yuh only nines Some weh call pon Jesus a dem commit the crimes Nuff illiterate and still a read between the lines Those are the fucking dudes Claim dem a yuh friend and want yuh fucking food Then some a dem a rob while some a dem rape While some a dem kill while some a dem shoot Is like we need a rated R pon the fucking news These are the fucking days When yuh caan trust police wid dem dutty ways Juvenile a run the streets wid the fucking Ks Yo yuh caan even rest in peace in yuh fucking grave Every day a di same shit Different gyal, same dick Different flow, same spit Different drugs, same ship Same Busy, different hits With different messages reaching out to everyone in all different communities Yea These are the fucking things That make a fucking DJ wanna fucking sing Mi caan believe the babymother dash the pickney in the thing we pissing in Babyfather beat har wid the thing wah glistening, yuh listening? These are the fucking days yuh haffi hustle in the street like a fucking slave Then the boss a work the least get the fucking raise Yuh nuh si say di leaders need step up the pace Listen to these fucking facts Who nuh hav a Smith & Wesson hav a Glock Coppa whistle, somebody missin' when you hear it stop Anotha mother bawl while she suffer the loss Welcome to these fucking streets Chalk line, white sheet, regular we see it Less fortunate get treated like some refugees But don't get fed up keep ya head up stay on yuh feet Right now we are at a fucking stage This day and age is like we locked up inna fucking cage A me a tell yuh seh di system need fi rearrange It's kinda strange mi waan fi buy a Range but the price outta mi range Watch the fucking way you move Killers in the street always got something to prove Watch yuh step yuh betta watch the fucking road yuh choose Be careful how yuh live yuh life cah dem will out yuh fuse These days at the airport Dem waan yuh tek off belt, kick off Airforce Dem tek weh cologne, roll-on, toothpaste weh dem care bout Mi feel woulda pull mi fucking hair out These are the fucking days When yuh haffi sing seh "These Are The Fucking Days" Yo mi caan believe seh these are the fucking days While mi sing for da sake ya please play the fucking phrase [Outro] Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up Stay focus gotta keep your head up Gotta keep ma head up stay strong Yea saviour BUSSSSSSSSSSSYYYYYYY
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