Bounty k**er - They Don't Know lyrics

Kaboom! bang esco, it's poor people's governor They call to di rescue yo! huh Di system was design to perplex you(warning) And stress you, but to di promise land we best go aiyo yo yo Ghetto youths don't over dweet go easy in these suites Fling a jamaica's feet Nuh loose man! nuh loose move! nuh loose meds yow! Don't mess up di youths head it's warlord We gotta get news spread kaboom! deh deh bout deh deh bout well! Lease likkle thing di man dem ready fi pop it off Grease up di 'tensil let di thing and di shot kick off(blow) Youth dem want dem money(now) Dem wi done you any(how) Mi wi lay down inna bed and head top lick off Three pickney mi seh just dead and it hut mi heart Three dads mi si seh dem go ketch through crime stop tip off(yow) Madness thing unno fi(low) This a nuh police and nuh(show) When you dead you just a dead you nuh have no part bawling You ever hear a likkle baby bawling When nuh food nuh reach him belly from morning Tell mi what you expect watch him starving to d**h And you go mek di baretta get brawling Papa apply fi work and dem nuh call him Mama use to sew shirt but now it stalling Turn round a look pon her youth, caan find nuh food now fi calm him Through they don't know how ghetto people grow They say that they know but they really don't know well! Mr politician tek da one inna you head Everybody have a family dem waan provide di bread How you teach di youths dem dread you tell dem country inna di red So nuh badda come back out ya come f*ck up di youths dem head Tell how you feel, when you set you system fi di youths dem haffi steal Running down a fantasy and don't know what is real Gunning down a mantasy if that can make dem heal Teach dem love because a that di youths dem need Through they don't know how ghetto people grow They say that they know but they really don't know well! Bawling you ever hear a likkle baby bawling When nuh food nuh reach him belly from morning Tell mi what you expect watch him starving to d**h And you go mek di baretta get brawling Papa apply fi work and dem nuh call him Mama use to sew shirt but now it stalling Turn round a look pon her youth, can't find nuh food now fi calm him well! Through they don't know how ghetto people grow yo They say that they know dead punks that they don't know Kaboom! esco it's poor people's governor they call to di rescue