Give the gun a rest, put the hand till a rip and pause
Because, hopefulness is the only way to step
Full time you hear the violence a walk
Me nuh want know who a bossy, nuh want know who a shippy
But all me know the cemeteries are full bad bull
As a youth left off the titty, him run gand grab the whoosie
Pon him voice and a change of the place
But if the kids can't play inna the bar
Can't walk off the dock upon you
Curse his