Popcaan - Watch Over My Life lyrics
Popcaan [Andrae Jay Sutherland]
[Popcaan - Watch Over My Life lyrics]
Long time we fi talk dem thing yah too, enuh
Tough tough
Yeah man, a tough thing
Product a the ghetto, enuh
Str8
Ha
Hey
Tired fi people judge we
Support the ghetto youth sometimes, that's lovely
Man never born inna luxury
Nowadays it hard fi decide who love me
Give dem every day, dem love see
If you no give dem one day, face ugly
Dem road yah so dark and lumpy
Me no trust you if you no trust me
Hmmm
Me Psalms dem always load up
Fi the monster dem weh a... Satan product
Me pray to the Most High, Most High yeah
Pray to the Most High, Most High yeah
Oh God, watch over I life, yeah (watch over I, enuh, str8)
Holy Emmanuel I... Selassie I!
Cah, the system no care fi we young child
Dem brand we badman lifestyle
Who a go save dem from rapist weh done spoil?
God and Selassie I!
Tired fi bomb a drop like Navy
Babies still a have baby
Nuff youth still a live inna slavery
Mentally challenged, behaving shaky
Mentally exhausted daily
Subjects weh we get a school still fail we
Nuff a we a music save we
Otherwise we run like Alain Bailey
Some a dem is physically challenge
It's like dem brain cell damaged
The system design bare robbers and thief
Cah nobody no waan plant cabbage
Bare teenager a turn savage
Say dem love watch the news when Dorraine count bodies
Me Psalms dem married
Me learn that a street side college
Oh God, watch over I life, yeah (watch over I, enuh, str8)
Holy Emmanuel I... Selassie I!
Cah, the system no care fi we young child
Dem brand we badman lifestyle
Who a go save dem from rapist weh done spoil?
God and Selassie I!
Me pray to the Most High, Most High, yeah
Pray to the Most High, Most High, yeah
Good behaving youth weh pass him exam
End up with a long life sentence
Every day dem a walk with M1
Yet, still dem 'fraid a the jailhouse entrance
Every day inna the ghetto is a peril
Sometimes man waan run go Brazil
Me mother tell me she don't waan go 'way
"Give your life to the Lord, Andre and Squidel"
So much a me thugs dem gone, man a rebel
Too bad these things cyaan wash with towel
Careful a some demon gyal when you go bed
Dem will trick you up like Skatta Burrell
Oh God, watch over I life, yeah
Tough tough
Yeah man, a tough thing
Product a the ghetto, enuh
Str8
Ha
Hey
Tired fi people judge we
Support the ghetto youth sometimes, that's lovely
Man never born inna luxury
Nowadays it hard fi decide who love me
Give dem every day, dem love see
If you no give dem one day, face ugly
Dem road yah so dark and lumpy
Me no trust you if you no trust me
Hmmm
Me Psalms dem always load up
Fi the monster dem weh a... Satan product
Me pray to the Most High, Most High yeah
Pray to the Most High, Most High yeah
Oh God, watch over I life, yeah (watch over I, enuh, str8)
Holy Emmanuel I... Selassie I!
Cah, the system no care fi we young child
Dem brand we badman lifestyle
Who a go save dem from rapist weh done spoil?
God and Selassie I!
Tired fi bomb a drop like Navy
Babies still a have baby
Nuff youth still a live inna slavery
Mentally challenged, behaving shaky
Mentally exhausted daily
Subjects weh we get a school still fail we
Nuff a we a music save we
Otherwise we run like Alain Bailey
Some a dem is physically challenge
It's like dem brain cell damaged
The system design bare robbers and thief
Cah nobody no waan plant cabbage
Bare teenager a turn savage
Say dem love watch the news when Dorraine count bodies
Me Psalms dem married
Me learn that a street side college
Oh God, watch over I life, yeah (watch over I, enuh, str8)
Holy Emmanuel I... Selassie I!
Cah, the system no care fi we young child
Dem brand we badman lifestyle
Who a go save dem from rapist weh done spoil?
God and Selassie I!
Me pray to the Most High, Most High, yeah
Pray to the Most High, Most High, yeah
Good behaving youth weh pass him exam
End up with a long life sentence
Every day dem a walk with M1
Yet, still dem 'fraid a the jailhouse entrance
Every day inna the ghetto is a peril
Sometimes man waan run go Brazil
Me mother tell me she don't waan go 'way
"Give your life to the Lord, Andre and Squidel"
So much a me thugs dem gone, man a rebel
Too bad these things cyaan wash with towel
Careful a some demon gyal when you go bed
Dem will trick you up like Skatta Burrell
Oh God, watch over I life, yeah