Lyrics:
the completion
Of my time as a child and student
According to the pamphlet
These ceremonies mark the emergence
Of my new life
As a worker, wife and womb keeper
Cyah live ina place like these
Even police start move like thieves
Youth enroll inna war school before 19
And the single mother leff a cry fi him
was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger
stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper
a child, why you so critical
We're workers, we're workers of the day ya
And the night will fade away ya, and the night will fade away
We're workers, we're
Verse 1
(Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to
the head. Street violence is at an all time high)
No jokin' I'm
teacher's to reach
2002 legislation pass no child left behing
Misleading the youth is not considered a crime
Taking tests
That makes no sense
Up to this day
Oh na na oh yeah
Oh na na
Yeah we affi protect the youths
Yeah yeah
Protect them
Yeah we affi protect the youths yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah we affi
(Whoo)
Even more smarter (Whoo)
Worker bee Killer bee yeah that me (Yeah)
Don't need the money (Huh) the Money needs me
Don't need the money the Money
But like Nino Brown
I wasn't born with a
Silver spoon my mouth
It was a struggle time
For a child between 7 and 9
I did what I had to do
In order
We already have soldiers and workers and queens and drones, just like bees in a hive,
They promised us health, wealth and easy loans that they’ll give
help free world boss
Mi did born as a discipline child
Never know when I got so wild
Inna di scheme weh di youth dem live
Society nuh do nothing
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
Boy child goals
We all got those
Lebitso la o
Is telling God danko
Boy child goals
We all got those
Lebitso la o
Is telling God danko
Boy child goals
Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
We got the Planet Surrounded
Got an Army of Light Workers
We got the Planet Surrounded
We Got an Army of Light Workers
We got the Planet Surrounded
they'd change their minds
Nobody's child, all alone and thrown away
Just a file in a social worker's case
I'm not the only one, there's so many like me
Living like young and wild
I'm tryna find out my truth
Don't treat me like a child
Cause I'm grown up in my youth
Every time that you smile
Whole
so you're planning out the budget
for the coming fiscal year
and your workers are complaining
that their rent is in arrears
and their dr. bills
of the heavens now
It’s bout these youngans the child of the heavens now
The youth a blessing baby
These kids a blessing baby
The youth a blessing baby
Child
Okay let's cook it
Remember your roots, you're an African child
Hold onto your culture, cause it's carried in the wind
Your identity is your pride,
There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hand of the worker
But it all amounts to nothing
If together we don't stand
There is
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