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You never ... you never know. |
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You muma never teach you back a yard. |
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So when YOU left and come abroad, now. |
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You start to holler, say it hard. |
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You even call on Jah Lord's name. |
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Cause you a look little fame. / But you lost at your own game. |
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Things doesn't seem the same. / You've got no one to blame. |
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And I know that did have fe go now. |
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And although I know the vibes still have to flow. |
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Find yourself in another land. |
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Caught up in a different situation. |
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Man you've got to work a plan. / To survive in this ya society. |
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Most people living inna poverty. |
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Open your eyes and surely you will see. |
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What to be just got to be. / You got to stand and face reality. |
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You never know ... you never know. |
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Don't be like a sitting duck. / Waiting your time to get pluck. |
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Make your move and try to improve. |
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Hold your head up and trod as a man. |
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Don't get stuck in the muck. / Try your luck |
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Make a lot of bucks. |
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Make your move and try to improve. |
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You left from you yard. And you reach up abroad. |
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You never know what a gwan back a yard. |
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The system have you moving so slow. |
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Sometimes you want to let go. |
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Having it so hard ... since you left from your yard |
