Drive By Shooting

Mama cry Papa cry when them hear them little youth die

Innocent bystander in a drive by shooting

In the middle of the night

That
no right! To take an innocent life

I
can remember when were youths

Everyone
trying to learn ‘bout their roots

Hungry
and thirsty to know ‘bout the truth

But
is like we leave our children destitute

Yes!
Nuff black man should confess

Because
you know in your heart that you never did your best

You
left a long list of children fatherless

And
a whole heap of baby mothers in distress

Then
you wonder ‘bout the youths bad ways

Shocked
and amazed how they’re wicked nowadays

Every
night ina the ghetto, gun shot a blaze

Like
BUYAKA! BUYAKA! is the latest craze

Me
nar point no finger and me nar call no name

But
me tired to hear is the Yardie them to blame

Home
grown or from aboard every bad man is the same

And
the lot of them bring my black nation to shame

Woe
nana woe my generation

We
are responsible for the situation

Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation

Teach
the little youths about the Father of Creation

Woe
nana woe my generation

We
are responsible for the situation

Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation

Teach
the little youths. Lord!

When
Mama heard the news she bawl Jesus Christ!

Weeping
and wailing till she lose her voice

Me
Muslim brother shout “Life for a life!”

And
ran out of the house with the knife

But
Papa said “Hold on, hear what I have to say

Vengeance
is sweet but not the right way

For
the wrongs they’ve done they must have to pay

But
two wrongs could never make a right, no way!”

Woe
nana woe my generation

We
are responsible for the situation

Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation

Teach
the little youths about the Father of Creation

Woe
nana woe my generation

We
are responsible for the situation

Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation

Teach
the little youths about the Father of Creation

Drive By Shooting