Streets
Alborosie, Ky-Mani Marley
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Lala, lalala (ha) Lala (no time for rampin', no) Streets of loneliness, empty streets full a stories Silent, concrete, dust and glory Glory and tears, bullet shells, mothers' fears Cries and cross prayers and angels disappear Streets like quicksand, is not African Kalahari JA/KN weh dem shout Rastafari Many knows, but nobody never worry Many felt it, but nobody never sorry It's a judgement national embarrassment Over punishment as so proper government On the street we gonna shout all freewill On the street made a promise, is me standing up still In this jungle, oh (inna this yah jungle, hey) We fight to survive, whoa (we fight to survive, every day) There's no time for rampin', no, no, no, no (no time fi ramp, no way) You make one wrong move and you're die (listen what the thugs them say) Streets of faces, strangers, gambling and dimes Streets of colours, sounds, words and rhymes Dirty streets smell like crane fields, like pain That strikes slowly into your skull and brain Street remind me of myself, of my soul Street remind me of yourself and your world There's a street in the back of my mind That I walk every time I run away from my crimes, hey In this jungle, oh (inna this yah jungle, hey) We fight to survive, whoa (we fight to survive, every day) There's no time for rampin', no, no, no, no (no time fi ramp, no way) You make one wrong move and you're die (listen what the thugs them say) Ladada (yeah), ladadadada Ladadada (yeah), lada (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo) There's a street, where the poor man sleep Smart man cheat, pon his sleepy chick You get robbed on trick, if you no know fi split a tip Glock-matic, shot a lick dem bones like a rabbit There's a street that never exist It's a gangster thing, gangster swing A soundtrack of a gangster film There's a street, one way in, no way out Once you're in, there's no doubt You're never out, hey In this jungle, oh (inna this yah jungle, hey) We fight to survive, whoa (we fight to survive, every day) There's no time for rampin', no, no, no, no (no time fi ramp, no way) You make one wrong move and you're die (listen what the thugs them say) In this jungle, oh yeah We fight to survive, whoa (we fight to survive, every day) There's no time for rampin', no, no, no, no (no time fi ramp, no way) You make one wrong move and you're die (listen what the thugs them say)
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Written by: Alberto D'Ascola, Ky-Mani Ronald Marley
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