Lyrics:
Youths
I wonder how dem look pon life
Every day get up inna war an stride
Don't you know the livity no right
When ye hurt ye brothers alla
the less fortunate
Success is not about how far you get
In life, It's about the hearts you blessed
Designed by the Architect
So just follow the blueprint
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly
Just keep on the hustle 'cause we
gotta feel lucky
I at least had a puppy
Some folks get nothing at all
I'm a fortunate fella
To have hung' with a hella
Good friend who came when I called
Youth reachers· paired up like two sneakers
True preachers, louder that 22 speakers
If you peep us, you get nothin' new JESUS!
You know we live among
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Oh, yes, they trod the rocky road
Now mi seh when the base is
Oh, I saw the damage in you
My fortunate one
The envy of youth
Why would they
Tell me to please those
That laugh in my face
With all
the police fi go cool the people them
when the police them come thinks seh the a humble
lick up lick out
jaw bone rattle
man a take fence and get cut by
through your hands
I keep looking back on brighter days
Memory bought by a photograph
Who do I become when my youth fades away?
And I just wanna go
To get me on the long run, to be DECEASED
Execution by the hands of the JACKALS
Either i'll open mind or my mind get HACKLES UP
I saw my faith stepped
King David
Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod
tired of me drinking and lying too late by the time that I try and confess
Life is a mess and the culprit is one
It ain't me I ain't no fortunate son
It's
Can't let sweet things get too close
Same guard that I keep with new folks
Don't need new wounds or new ghosts
I ain't finna rot my tooth fo'
Quick
and the air that we breath
Let's talk about why are killing the dream
Playing with magic corrupting the youth
Genocide started by thoes who won't shoot
They
without that fortunate
I really brought up all you
Kids just like an orphanage
Try to buck or jack, we tear 'em up like
"Where that storage is?"
Hit 'em
gonna be alright"
It was a great big lie (big old lie)
'Cause I left that night
Yeah
Ooh ah ah ah ah
Ooh ah ah ah ah
Get up
Come on get down with
gonna be alright
It was a great big lie (big old lie)
'cause I left that night
Yeah
Ooh ah ah ah ah
Ooh ah ah ah ah
Get up
Come on get down with
time of trouble, wisdom in time of uncertainty, and sharing in time of happiness. He was always by our side.
Love is not an easy feeling to put into
in
He came from a broken dream
With no escape big as life
Until he met the queen in their youth
And was dazzled at first sight
But by age 38
He forgot
count these bills
Wanna know my fortunate? Spin the wheel
I don't heal, I just steal, Eat these rappers up like a meal
Make my decision, I won't yield
My
years on the run
Don some armor and ride into the sun
Buy flowers for the fortunate
And pray that we don't get old
It's a dizzy dance, this second
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
and them can't get we down
Everyday man a rise up to a higher ground
See the youths a road and we know them a frown
And we know fi a fact seh them can't get
dem with the tools and a better country build
Unplug yorslef my youth from the rumor mill
Put dung the pi pi and run go learn a skill
Cah wake up every
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