Monkey Marc, Fantan Mojah, Sizzla, Capleton - No Surrender lyrics

Who dem, cyan cool so mi go so yow
Babylon days are numbered
I see dem a fall and slumber
I heard dem a bawl and blunder
So easily dem going down
Babylon days are numbered
I see dem a fall and slumber
I hear dem a bawl and blunder
So easily dey going down

Welcome to the streets of the tough life
As a warrior me grow up wid a rough life
When wi touch di caana, we nuh run drama
Real gangsta nuh love spotlight
When me step to the food no joke about it
Hot fire start blaze and dem cyan come out it
Anything inna me way betta move
Cause if you mek a move to
Me food you de work too

And me say bless up fi di poor
Mek your, mek your life better
Money fi di poor me say
And through the weather bless up fi di poor
Mek yuh, mek yuh life better
Better, better, better

Hey Babylon a crosses
Well a di wrong set a youths dem go fass wid
Woi! Dem a snake under grass wid
Nuff a dem guh go bow to the bosses
Well a fireman a bun dem ago scorch wid
So we ago bun dem to ashes
A nuff youths dem have as hostage
Say dem wah fi shoot dem like a portage
Wid dem cartage (Deh one yah name)

And me say bless up fi di poor
Mek your, mek your life better
Money fi di poor me say
And through the weather bless up fi di poor
Mek yuh, mek yuh life better
Better, better, better

Poor people a suffer so long me observe it
Morning to night dem a offer dem service
Do it for the children
Well make sure preserve it
Poor people more than willing and worthy
Give dem everything and give
Dem more than that
Give dem everything, and di dem more pan that
Poor people foundation, and me sure bout that
From the floor to the top

And me say bless up fi di poor
Mek your, mek your life better
Money fi di poor me say
And through the weather bless up fi di poor
Mek yuh, mek yuh life better
Better, better, better

Gangster rules, affi know how fi hunt fi eat
You affi pressure the road, seven days a week
To survive in the streets
Dem ask how we dweet
Me tell dem no surrender, me say no retreat
We living in the days of the mob
Ain’t no informing ting don’t call the 5-0
They will kill you for the
Money that you have
When you hand the gold to make the dough
You better lie low

Every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere
Every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere
Every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere
Every ghetto youths affi reach somewhere

And me say bless up fi di poor
Mek your, mek your life better
Money fi di poor me say
And through the weather bless up fi di poor
Mek yuh, mek yuh life better
Better, better, better

Babylon days are numbered
I see dem a fall and slumber
I heard dem a bawl and blunder
So easily dey going down
Babylon days are numbered
I see dem a fall and slumber
I hear dem a bawl and blunder
So easily dey going down

Pray for the best pray for the best
Pray for the best pray for the best