How Much More

"How Much More"Now everyday another youth hitch up in a gutter, mmmNow I man talk and I man stutterCan't understand say you fi try and help the youth them make them get big, whatSay how much more ghetto youth have fi sufferHow much more live without bread and butterHow much more body we a go discoverHave fi live together every brother and we sisterStop sufferMe sayMm, Jah pan the land a so we live a so we dieCan't find the answer to the question whyMe say the sky is the limit so you try touch the skyPut your trust in the God now Jah rasta for I...selasi...Hear how me cry and give me a blyNever trouble you so why you want shoot the iToo much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh myNow feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry[Chorus:]How much more ghetto youth have fi sufferHow much more live without bread and butterHow much more body we a go discoverHave fi live together every brother and we sisterStop sufferMe sayEasy no youth you love fi shootNow you deh a prison a suck off man fluteMama say you brut you living like a cootJah Jah never send no life pan no parachuteBad company make the i take the wrong routeNow you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe suitAnd everyday another man a try pick your fruitNow them have you pan them nosel like a brand new recruit[Chorus]Like a butter pon a piece of hot breadA so your blood run when a shot lick your headDon't you think it's better living than it is to be deadAnd in the Bible it is written and so it should be saidThou shall not kill neither blood must shedAnd yet still you wouldn't mind full me up the leadAnd tell me if your conscience no burn you when you go a bedAnd now you can't sleep you de a think 'bout the dead[Chorus]Life it rough inna the ghettoEveryday me neighborhood a run like sowetoOver the badness is like you no let goThe other day them shot me bredrin in front of essoTake away him wallet with about twenty pesoAfter them shot him them dump him over there soAnd all me a warn is like me never say so[Chorus]Me sayMm, Jah pan the land a so we live a so we dieCan't find the answer to the question whyMe say the sky is the limit so you try touch the skyPut your trust in the God now Jah rasta for I...selasi...Hear how me cry and give me a blyNever trouble you so why you want shoot the iToo much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh myNow feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry[Chorus]Me sayEasy no youth you love fi shootNow you deh a prison a suck off man fluteMama say you brut you living like a cootJah Jah never send no life pan no parachuteAnd bad company make the i take the wrong routeNow you de behind the bar inna one crisp stripe suitEveryday another man want now try pick your fruitAnd now the they have you pan them nosel like a new brand recruit[Chorus]Like a butter pon a piece of hot breadA so your blood run when a shot lick your headDon't you think it's better living than it is to be deadAnd in the Bible it is written and so it should be saidThou shall not kill neither blood must shedAnd yet still you wouldn't mind full I man up a leadAnd your conscience no burn you anytime you go a bedAnd now you can't sleep you a think 'bout the deadAnd how much more ghetto youth have fi sufferHow much more live without bread and butterHow much more body we a go discoverHave fi live together every brother and we sisterStop suffer