Yo
I guess the blind lead and blind them
Heart come in like when I see the signs them
Listen
Check
Burning fire in her soul She hold her belly and cry
Many things said and done She's left asking the question why
Guns at her back So them attack
And the lights of the night
Mother still stressing Cause sons are still dead in
Bad minds spreading That's dead end heading
But violence ain't lesson Guess we
ain't learning our lessons in my life
I've been to more funerals than weddings What?
Wait?
Where they?
Whoa look
Sick of these black clothes bro I've got a bin I can throw em
The system got us so stuck Is this how they broke us?
Man would rather poke up than see a bro in so long
Throw up gang signs but Mr. Signs life's throwing
Walking round asleep with your eyes wide open
Ears turned deaf when words of the wise are spoken
Guess ignorance is bliss until another life's stolen
Or is it happiness?
Dem a tick,
dem a tick Watch out for fake friends they'll draw you
out like Reebonder In case you're not believe Check how many dead
over a next mans beef It's real
A long time we hear the warning Can't hear the calling
Tired of the worrying About a man dead falling
A long time we hear the warning Can't hear the calling
Tired of the worrying One bag of mud dem falling
Everything gone dark Send you man murdered in the park
Gun crime,
knife crime So many youths served in big time
Look closer you will find Diagnosis of the mind
Cause a child is born blind To the evils of mankind
There lies on the media And on the Wikipedia
Doing time,
mothers losing their mind Must be a sign of the times
A long time we hear the warning Open up your eyes,
violence is on the rise
Tired of the worrying Load your mind and not that
A long time we hear the warning Truth against films and media
And what they feed in you Tired of the worrying
One bag of mud dem falling You can't stop the bully but you can try
No day will it land Choose life, not stress
Get your mind a vest,
bless Mama used to think a little boy was cute
Now him living in a different suit Planned by the ready,
rotten to the root
Recognize you living with strange roots Coming
like the wicked put a spell on the youth
Can't tell the lies from what is the truth Don't give a damn,
dem programmed fi shoot
Take another life and no business at all
A long time we hear the warning
Can't hear the calling Tired of the worrying
Must be the sign of the times