Konshens - Out Ya**o Dread lyrics

Warrior... [Intro] This a fi the youts dem pon the street side Weh sleep inna the cemetery Fi the people weh hustle down town Haffi shuffle and bustle round town Fi the one dem weh work every day But cyaa afford to pay no bills The work feel like slavery But you got to go still [Chorus] Jah know Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread Hi dread, hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread Out a road cold like snow Who feels it know Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread, hi dread Hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread Mama hold her head and bawl Plus it tough like wall [Verse 1] Mi haffi talk and mi no care who waan vex Who waan fi hear, who waan deaf Mi haffi talk caw mi naw run weh from Jamaica Mi no care who waan left (government!) How so much tax a collect And the plan dem still naw connect A ghetto people a face it worse One change mi a beg you please mister ref (so!) Rich design fi stay inna riches Poor design fi sleep inna ditches Worst if you love stand fi you right And yo naw lay down like political b**hes Everybody love chat that mi notice But if you no feel this You no know this Inna yo yard feel nice, and warm, and coozie But when yo come round yah so [Chorus] Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread Hi dread, hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread Out a road cold like snow Who feels it know Out ya so dread, hi dread, hi dread, hi dread Hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread Mama hold her head and bawl Plus it tough like wall [Verse 2] Almighty Jah, tell mi what we gonna do Please no tell mi seh it hopeless fi true Dem believe inna woman and man But mi pray because mi believe inna you More time mi wonder how wi manage Roof a leak and wi cyaa fix the damage Mi no know how people get so savage Every day pon the news body ravage Dem a kidnap woman and pickney Old people, all the sickly Yow dem no have no heart Bare evil deh inna dem thought Man a dead left right and center And government a knock wi out like contender Dem no care, dem a pretender But wi nah go surrender [Chorus] Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread Hi dread, hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread Out a road cold like snow Who feels it know Out yah so dread, hi dread, hi dread, hi dread Hi dread, dread, dread, dread, dread Mama hold are head and bawl Plus it tough like wall [Outro] This a fi the youts dem pon the street side Weh sleep inna the cemetery Fi the people weh hustle down town Haffi shuffle and bustle round town Fi the one dem weh work every day But cyaa afford to pay no bills The work feel like slavery But you got to go still