It Bun Me

歌詞

Respect is going on tonight aspect Ward a man in a prison for all the a reason Can't judge a man before you walk a mile inna him shoes Shags man say so Watch this It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail It bun me, another black man in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail Hurt me fi see mi little brother in a jail A 25 years to life and 50 million dollar bill Many time trying to escape and many times fail And eat him bread that is stale and get him lick with gippo Now the tracks are in tears, the boy face look pale Man them beat him with the baton, read him personal mail Him could a graduate Harvard and graduate Yale But him muma have rebut it 'cause she know her son fail It bun me fi see mi brother in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail It bun me, another black man in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail Before you Commit the crime make sure you can do the time No bother pair with no idiot 'cause them we drop dime Bank book have fi find in case you're off and bare the find 'Cause they will lock you in a prison Away from mankind Everyday you bark your face when you have no gal fi grain Inna one big, dotty parlour catch up and you're behind It bun me fi see mi little brethrin in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail It bun me, another black man in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail Jamaica a the land of wood and water The wood might a free but you have fi pay fi water Everytime light go down they use the wood make fire Ressources use up the country Hand up and shout Another man lick, yell help, we neither see or go They here beat, be and bib well none of them no better Right a now we want a new brand prime minister We want a little ghetto youth with some bright idea It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail It bun me, another black man in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail Youths and youths hitch up on the corner Better you be a hustler than to be a smuggler If you is a smuggler you 'bout go kill all danger Better you sell some stockist, cough up all gleaner If you is a smuggler you carry a revolver You either behind the bar or six foot under It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail It bun me, another black man in a jail Bun me fi see mi brethrin behind the rail Bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail A 25 years to life and 50 million dollar bill Many time trying to escape and many times fail(ME) Eat him bread that is stale and get him lick with gippo The tracks are in tears, the boy face look pale Them beat him with the baton, read him personal mail Him could a graduate Harvard, graduate Yale Him muma have rebut it 'cause she know her son fail It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail It bun me, another black man in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail Jamaica a the land of wood and water Wood might a free but you have fi pay fi water Everytime light go down they use the wood make fire Resources use up the country Hand up and shout Another man lick, yell help, we neither see or go They here beat, be and bib well none of them no better Right a now we want a new brand prime minister Want a little ghetto-youth with some bright idea Want fi make the ghetto-people them start prosper Want fi make the ghetto-people them start live better Come take it from Shaggy deh round mike a lecture Put your hand inna the air and read the Holy Script Chaka 'Cause it bun me fi see mi brethrin in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail It bun me, another black man in a jail Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail