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And a tell poor people oops See dem a see dem a flex Like some dapa's and doops Gimme some space To burn di nincompoops Why should ghetto youths dem have

dem Koks ist da! Mutter, der Mann mit dem Koks ist da Ja, mein Junge, da? wei? ich ja Mutter, der Mann mit dem Koks ist da Ja, mein Junge, da? wei? ich

weed dem out weed dem out. [Jah Cure:] Dem kill Malcom X and Martin Luther King, a di same ting dem bring off on Rodney King, Millions vex, still dem

! } (What di bloodclaat dem a talk bout!) {Look at that muffin! } A KILL DEM! {Look at that muffin! } {Look at that muffin! } (Dem a know seh we run this

Dem Die Yaw Who Dem Mi Go See Dem Wit Dem Spell Dem Diss Emmanuel And Dem Soul Gon A Hell Yaw Who Dem A Could A Who Dem Wha Cuss Dem Diss Marcuss A Now

dem, no! we nah play wid dem, no! we nah play wid Dem straight shots we ah send [VERSE 2:] Tell dem bwoy deh seh mi dark and mi ignorant di bwoy dem

Dem gone. so far away Dem gone. the hole a dem ago regret it one day (Repeat) whapen`them? Give me the mic deh for a moment make me talk to dem and

: [Black Child] Yo Y'all niggaz don't know But we about to fuckin let y'all know You gonna get a motherfuckin up close interview With the motherfuckin

: Maybe Oh if I could pray and I try, dear, You might come back home, home to me. Maybe Whoa, if I could ever hold your little hand Oh you might understand