Pato Banton - Same Old Game lyrics

On your marks, get set, Bo! here I come again With lyrics on my lips, my fingertips and in my brain I travel non stop yes to entertain By car, coach, train, ship or plane I've been to Italy, Belgium, France and Spain And smoked sensi legally in Amsterdam Met all kinds of people throughout the UK And been around America again and again Different places yes different climates yes But one thing most definitely is the same A lot of crazy members of the human race Seem to take the life for one big game They're singing: "Tra la la la, it's the same old game La la la life, is one big game." I've seen so many people end up insane Because they couldn't handle the strain on the brain Well some turn to d** like crack and c**aine They get a needle and pump it straight to the vein Although I fight against it again and again I often sit and wonder: are my words in vain? (no way) Still to spread peace and love is my only aim And from this path I refuse to refrain I'd rather be poor and living in the drain Than be a hypocrite rapped up in fame Well some wish for money and some wish for fame Some wish to drive a big car and wear rope chains In Ethiopia they wish for some rain While in Mozambique they cry out for grain In South Africa they're screaming out pain!!! They pray to be released from apartheid's chains All over the world people know it's a shame Innocent children everyday get slain All the world leaders know who's to blame But still the apartheid system remains Yes all those world leaders know who's to blame But still those racist oppressors remain