Sizzla - Hard Ground lyrics
[Sizzla - Hard Ground lyrics]
Let HIM be sanctified
Hey whoa oh whoa oh
Check how di vibes all ah flow
How di ghetto youths dem ah grow
So much love
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving
Then ah who gi di ghetto youth gun
Fi dem roam all di street
Every day and night?
Check ah which way di nozzle dem turn
Mi ah tell unno seh trigger
Happy ever waan strife
Nuff ah bawl 'Cree!'
Too late fi guh flee
By chance if yuh keep all yuh life
Before di day could done, nuff a dem gone
Stop all di war and strife
Where are the so called leaders
Who pollute and corrupt all di place?
Yow di nowadays bleeders, back door dealers
Who put di youths dem to waste
Di devil's receivers they always ah cheat
Just step pon di things dem create
Woee, strive now
Mi see seh day Babylon ah fake
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving
Their feelings manifest what is so real
Hoping not for the innocent but who?
Shall we surely feel
I can see outpouring wrath
Its not concealed
Time fi equal rights and justice
Not fi corn meal
I know they don't know where they're going
Long before now Rastafari dem
See and know everything
They go confused within this modern system
You've received the prize, was it rewarding?
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving
Home on yuh own alone wid mother and child
Yet father missing
Man stand up and play yuh role
Mi haffi do my own, cyaan do it fi him
Have yuh ever heard di cries
Of boys and girls
Every time when hungry ah ring?
Tears full mamma eye everyone know why
She alone haffi do di jugglin, yeah
Some guys organise and ah mek bare noise
And not one thing dem ah bring
Mama well qualified education alright
Fi her way not a job can swing
When she touch pon base and look pon di fence
Stress keep on coming
Is a heavy piece a weight when
She push all di gate
Like di struggling just begin
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving
Hey whoa oh whoa oh
Check how di vibes all ah flow
How di ghetto youths dem ah grow
So much love
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving
Then ah who gi di ghetto youth gun
Fi dem roam all di street
Every day and night?
Check ah which way di nozzle dem turn
Mi ah tell unno seh trigger
Happy ever waan strife
Nuff ah bawl 'Cree!'
Too late fi guh flee
By chance if yuh keep all yuh life
Before di day could done, nuff a dem gone
Stop all di war and strife
Where are the so called leaders
Who pollute and corrupt all di place?
Yow di nowadays bleeders, back door dealers
Who put di youths dem to waste
Di devil's receivers they always ah cheat
Just step pon di things dem create
Woee, strive now
Mi see seh day Babylon ah fake
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving
Their feelings manifest what is so real
Hoping not for the innocent but who?
Shall we surely feel
I can see outpouring wrath
Its not concealed
Time fi equal rights and justice
Not fi corn meal
I know they don't know where they're going
Long before now Rastafari dem
See and know everything
They go confused within this modern system
You've received the prize, was it rewarding?
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving
Home on yuh own alone wid mother and child
Yet father missing
Man stand up and play yuh role
Mi haffi do my own, cyaan do it fi him
Have yuh ever heard di cries
Of boys and girls
Every time when hungry ah ring?
Tears full mamma eye everyone know why
She alone haffi do di jugglin, yeah
Some guys organise and ah mek bare noise
And not one thing dem ah bring
Mama well qualified education alright
Fi her way not a job can swing
When she touch pon base and look pon di fence
Stress keep on coming
Is a heavy piece a weight when
She push all di gate
Like di struggling just begin
Hard grounds no sound from di suffering
Who collect di pounds to keep
Dem bound from di uprising?
Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering
Hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
Yet wi still striving