Lyrics:
Leave me in the morning
I'm trying not to run away
Youth is wasted on the dumb
She caught me with a ricochet
Somebody knows something
I swore
force you to?
This system doesn't sell the truth
So death to youth
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
(Can you hear me)
You die
j'm'en lèche les doigts
Vrai de vrai, d'après eux les ghetto youth sont die
J'peux mourir mille fois, pas une seule fois comme un lâche
Les khawefs
know
Them a murderer
But every ghetto youth affi rise, neva go low
How dem a go stop we now, I don't know
We don't want suffer no more
But
tales
As I prepared for youth
These are the very tales
That led me far from truth
Some find a meaning they can keep
Glowing dreams, burning deep
I
Torn down, full of aching
Somehow our youth would take the blame
Worn out, the way we let it stay
Taught how to celebrate it
All out, I'd
fakhastalou, quand tu t'auto-croûtes
Trop s'auto-ghetto, comme les ghetto youth
Fut une période, j'me faisais auto-pitié
J'ai mis ma vie sur la table et
youth
But talk is cheap
And you used up your two cents worth
And if you've nothing better to say
Don't say anything at all; nobody gets hurt
favorite singa Sugar Minott
You hot you hot you not you not
And this ah youth him ah the cream ah the crop
Forward tru the future seh wi nah go turn
'Cause only to be
Was all that you've got from me
You told me it's real
And nothing comes easily
'Cause that was the truth, I was losing all my youth
up
Yeah, that's all of it
I gave up my youth for this 'cause I wanted it, and
If you think that I need you then you're out of your head
But I want
"you think you're better than me?"
No, I don't think of you at all
I think back on the sureness of youth when you think you can speak for all your
Can't catch me astray
Hey
Dem youth ya nuh care 'bout Babylon
Fling gunshot inna Ratty van
Everyday a turf war collision
Bare old iron, illegal
Sweet friend of mine
Where can we find the dancing sun?
Oh, last night was fun
Like the rest going by
My youth and I
Still don't know what
messages
A screenshot of youth, tequila infused
Battle ground for the truth
Where we found me and you
I wanna be, wanna be where you are
Wanna feel,
lose our youth
Excuse me if I'm making a fuss
And no it's not that time of the month
Boys just can't understand us
You don't know what we go
In spring of youth it was my
Lot to haunt of the wild world a spot
That which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild
views
I learned to focus on create and giving classes to the youth
'Cause we all could use some guidance, even I don't make the suit
Every angle has
(yeah)
Klack-klack-klack-kack (?), ah, Ghetto Youth, Bratan
Kickdown mit den Cops
Dick Frauen hängen mir am Cock
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Jetzt
step
Mans tryna get my Ps right now, don't care about XYZ
Why-why these youths still on me? I beg, I beg
She give dangerous ucky, way she graced me
quite done
Youth is a banishment we are all prisoners in
Follow me down to a place where the sky is unborn
Follow me past all the oceans of glass
hands
Of what we create without a line of fire
In a declining youth we cut the hands that mend
Excuses yet we strengthen the tie
Falling short cant
we knew
My faith was strongest as a child
'Cause they never hear the youth
They saying we are the lost generation
Well your parents said the same
waan yuh protect me people Jah
Nuh mek dem get caught inna crossfire
Protect me nation Jah Jah
Hey protect me people Jah Jah
Hey
Look at di youth
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