Bounty Killer - They Don't Know lyrics

Kaboom! bang esco
It's poor people's governor
They call to di rescue yo! huh
Di system was design to perplex you (warning)
And stress you
But to di promise land we best go aiyo yo yo
Ghetto youths don't over dweet go
Easy in these suites fling a jamaica's feet
Nuh loose man! nuh loose move!
Nuh loose meds yow!
Don't mess up di youths head it's warlord
We gotta get news spread kaboom! deh
Deh bout deh deh bout well!
Lease likkle thing di man dem
Ready fi pop it off
Grease up di 'tensil let di thing
And di shot kick off (blow)
Youth dem want dem money (now)
Dem wi done you any (how)
Mi wi lay down inna bed and head top lick off
Three pickney mi seh just dead
And it hut mi heart
Three dads mi si seh dem go
Ketch through crime stop tip off (yow)
Madness thing unno fi (low)
This a nuh police and nuh (show)
When you dead you just a dead
You nuh have no part bawling
You ever hear a likkle baby bawling
When nuh food nuh reach
Him belly from morning
Tell mi what you expect watch
Him starving to death
And you go mek di baretta get brawling
Papa apply fi work and dem nuh call him
Mama use to sew shirt but now it stalling
Turn round a look pon her youth
Caan find nuh food now fi calm him
Through they don't know how
Ghetto people grow
They say that they know but
They really don't know well!
Mr politician tek da one inna you head
Everybody have a family dem
Waan provide di bread
How you teach di youths dem dread you
Tell dem country inna di red
So nuh badda come back out ya come
Fck up di youths dem head tell how you feel
When you set you system fi
Di youths dem haffi steal
Running down a fantasy and don't
Know what is real
Gunning down a mantasy if that
Can make dem heal
Teach dem love because a that
Di youths dem need
Through they don't know how
Ghetto people grow
They say that they know but
They really don't know well!
Bawling you ever hear a likkle baby bawling
When nuh food nuh reach
Him belly from morning
Tell mi what you expect watch
Him starving to death
And you go mek di baretta get brawling
Papa apply fi work and dem nuh call him
Mama use to sew shirt but now it stalling
Turn round a look pon her youth
Can't find nuh food now fi calm him well!
Through they don't know how
Ghetto people grow yo
They say that they know dead
Punks that they don't know
Kaboom! esco it's poor people's governor
They call to di rescue