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Albums:

Youths a Live Up (Richie Spice) · Poor Boy Boogie: Willie & The Poor Boys Anthology (Willie and the Poor Boys) · Poor Boy Boogie: Willie & The Poor Boys Anthology (Willie and the Poor Boys) · Luciano (Luciano Pereyra) · Classical Treasures: Luciano Pavarotti (Luciano Pavarotti) · Zeze Di Camargo & Luciano (1995) (Zezé Di Camargo & Luciano) · Zeze di Camargo & Luciano [1993] (Zezé Di Camargo) · Zeze di Camargo & Luciano [1992] (Zezé Di Camargo) · Zeze Di Camargo & Luciano (1996) (Zezé Di Camargo) · Zeze Di Camargo & Luciano [2002] (Zezé Di Camargo) – and 90 other albums »


their Remington 
The youth of Kingston 
Won't leave their Magnum 
pistol pistol 
Poor Jill she was a spill 
she got hit by a stray shot
Been through the fire and didn't get burn
Buju Banton, Luciano come fi teach
Listen and you will learn

The price you pay
And still at the end
The poor eat the poor
Just like we've done before
Cursed by the burden youth brings

Effigies for the beasts
Effigies you and me
For you and me
their Remington 
The youth of Kingston 
Won't leave their Magnum 
pistol pistol 
Poor Jill she was a spill 
she got hit by a stray shot
Like Miles Davis, I've been swayed by the cool
There's just something 'bout the summertime, there's just something 'bout the moon
So I laid a kiss
tasting
Are years you are wasting,
Life's a bitter foe!
With fate it's no use competing,
Youth is so terribly fleeting;
By dancing much faster
You're
wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade

We're lining up the light-loafere'd
tasting
Are years you are wasting,
Life's a bitter foe!
With fate it's no use competing,
Youth is so terribly fleeting;
By dancing much faster
You're
from life's other side
Somebody has fell by the way
And a life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day

There's a poor old mother
A picture from life's other side
Somebody has fell by the way
And a life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day

There's a poor
A picture from life's other side
Somebody has fell by the way
And a life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day

There's a poor
tasting
Are years you are wasting,
Life's a bitter foe!
With fate it's no use competing,
Youth is so terribly fleeting;
By dancing much faster
You're
tasting
Are years you are wasting,
Life's a bitter foe!
With fate it's no use competing,
Youth is so terribly fleeting;
By dancing much faster
You're
A picture from life's other side
Somebody has fell by the way
And a life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day

There's a poor
everyday the ghetto youths dead up

[Verse 1]
Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Fi mek poor people surround by danger
Fly an the roach an giant
All hail to the days that merit more praise
Than all the rest of the year,
And welcome the nights that double delights
As well for the poor
everyday the ghetto youths dead up

[Verse 1]
Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Fi mek poor people surround by danger
Fly an the roach an giant
Some peacenality for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, more justice for the down
on the streets
Watch that pain walking on the streets
I can hear her screams echo through the trees
Youth gone dead
I can feel the heat
My city is run by
of keys and of strife

There hung pictures of youth and of beauty
Of old age and a blushing young bride
They all hung on the wall but the saddest of all
of piece and of strife
There hung pictures of youth and of beauty and of old age and a blushing young bride
But the saddest of all they don't hung
prisons and schools
Now what's a poor man left to do?

One heart now broken in two
You start untying the hands of the youth
New kids hear the sound
say
Rejected and unwanted by the system
Casualties army rebel youth take a stand

We were taught to be hard to survive in this world
If you don't
next of kin
And their legacy passed down to me the sons of mountain men

Raised to be a miner by a miners callused hands
Passed my youth between
next of kin
And their legacy passed down to me the sons of mountain men

Raised to be a miner by a miners callused hands
Passed my youth between