Busy Signal - These Are the Days lyrics
[Busy Signal - These Are the Days lyrics]
Huh yeah, gotta stay conscious
Huh ahh
DASECA
Yo, gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
These are the fucking days
When di gyal dem in dem
Teens have di fucking aids
Nuff yute nuh have degrees but
Dem have di grades
Picture this and try fi see
It with yuh fucking ears ahh
These are the fucking times
When yuh sneakers ain't yuh only nines
Some weh call pon Jesus
A dem commit the crimes
Nuff illiterate and still a
Read between the lines ahh
Those are the fucking dudes
Claim dem a yuh friend and
Want yuh fucking food
Then some of dem a rob
While some of dem rape
While some of dem kill
While some of dem shoot
It's like we need a rated
R pon the fucking news
These are the fucking days
When yuh cyan trust police wid dem dutty ways
Juveniles a run di streets
Wid the fucking K's
Yo, you cyan even rest in
Peace in yuh fucking grave ahh
Every day a di same shit
Different gyal, same dick
Different flow, same spit
Different drugs, same ship
Same Busy, different hit's
With different messages reaching out to
Everyone in all different communities ahh
Yeah, these are the fucking things
That make a fucking DJ wanna fucking sing
Mi cyan believe the baby mother dash the
Pickney in the thing we're pissing in
Baby father beat her wid
The thing weh glistening, yuh listening?
These are the fucking days you haffi hustle
In the street like a fucking slave
Then di boss a work the
Least get the fucking raise
You nuh see seh di leaders
Fi step up the pace? Ahh
Listen to these fucking facts
Who nuh have a Smith &
Wesson have a fucking Glock copper whistle
Somebody missin' when you hear it stop
Another mother bawl while she suffer the loss
Ahh welcome to these fucking streets
Chalk line, white sheet, regular we see it
Di less fortunate get treated
Like some refugees
But don't get fed up, keep ya head up
Stay on yuh feet ahh
Right now, we're at a fucking stage
This day and age
It's like we're locked up inna fucking cage
A mi a tell you seh
Di system need fi rearrange
It's kinda strange mi waan fi buy a Range
But di price out of my range ahh
Watch the fucking way you move
Killers in the street always
Got something to prove watch yuh step
You better watch the fucking road
You choose careful how you
Live yuh life 'cause dem will out yuh fuse
Ahh in these days at the airport dem
Waan you tek off belt, kick off Airforce
Dem tek 'way yuh
Cologne, roll-on, toothpaste
Wha' dem hear 'bout?
Mi feel mi woulda pull mi fucking hair out
Ahh
These are the fucking days
When you haffi sing seh
"These Are The Fucking Days"
Yo, mi cyan believe seh
These are the fucking days
While mi sing, DASECA, please
Play the fucking phrase
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Stay focused, gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep my head up stay strong, yeah
DASECA busy
Ahh
Huh ahh
DASECA
Yo, gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
These are the fucking days
When di gyal dem in dem
Teens have di fucking aids
Nuff yute nuh have degrees but
Dem have di grades
Picture this and try fi see
It with yuh fucking ears ahh
These are the fucking times
When yuh sneakers ain't yuh only nines
Some weh call pon Jesus
A dem commit the crimes
Nuff illiterate and still a
Read between the lines ahh
Those are the fucking dudes
Claim dem a yuh friend and
Want yuh fucking food
Then some of dem a rob
While some of dem rape
While some of dem kill
While some of dem shoot
It's like we need a rated
R pon the fucking news
These are the fucking days
When yuh cyan trust police wid dem dutty ways
Juveniles a run di streets
Wid the fucking K's
Yo, you cyan even rest in
Peace in yuh fucking grave ahh
Every day a di same shit
Different gyal, same dick
Different flow, same spit
Different drugs, same ship
Same Busy, different hit's
With different messages reaching out to
Everyone in all different communities ahh
Yeah, these are the fucking things
That make a fucking DJ wanna fucking sing
Mi cyan believe the baby mother dash the
Pickney in the thing we're pissing in
Baby father beat her wid
The thing weh glistening, yuh listening?
These are the fucking days you haffi hustle
In the street like a fucking slave
Then di boss a work the
Least get the fucking raise
You nuh see seh di leaders
Fi step up the pace? Ahh
Listen to these fucking facts
Who nuh have a Smith &
Wesson have a fucking Glock copper whistle
Somebody missin' when you hear it stop
Another mother bawl while she suffer the loss
Ahh welcome to these fucking streets
Chalk line, white sheet, regular we see it
Di less fortunate get treated
Like some refugees
But don't get fed up, keep ya head up
Stay on yuh feet ahh
Right now, we're at a fucking stage
This day and age
It's like we're locked up inna fucking cage
A mi a tell you seh
Di system need fi rearrange
It's kinda strange mi waan fi buy a Range
But di price out of my range ahh
Watch the fucking way you move
Killers in the street always
Got something to prove watch yuh step
You better watch the fucking road
You choose careful how you
Live yuh life 'cause dem will out yuh fuse
Ahh in these days at the airport dem
Waan you tek off belt, kick off Airforce
Dem tek 'way yuh
Cologne, roll-on, toothpaste
Wha' dem hear 'bout?
Mi feel mi woulda pull mi fucking hair out
Ahh
These are the fucking days
When you haffi sing seh
"These Are The Fucking Days"
Yo, mi cyan believe seh
These are the fucking days
While mi sing, DASECA, please
Play the fucking phrase
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Stay focused, gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep my head up stay strong, yeah
DASECA busy
Ahh