Jermaine Fagan - Words of Profanity

No one know who you survive, it's a calamity, whoa
Yo, you have a tree and you bring it from it's young
Me no say you can predict how that a go come
But you teach all good things to your one little son
You no know if later on him a go pick up the gun
To all bad man, me say no jump down
This year, this year no fi put down the gun
Look how me used to play with all Angela's son
Me take up the book and me take up the gun
Every time me see him a different place him a run
One time me hear him dey a chill out sit down