Stand a chance Lyrics by Damian Marley

Stand a chance Lyrics

    [feat. Yami Bolo & Treach]


    Where there's, more hungry mouths
    Than food to eat
    It's where the homeless
    Roam the street
    Where broken glass
    And broken dreams
    Are shattered and scattered
    Amongst debris
    Sufferation wrath
    And still they laugh
    And dream of a mansion
    Above the half
    No one to speak
    Upon there behalf
    Now tell me do they stand a chance?
    Where there's, more food
    Than mouths to feed
    Where you find those who
    Claim to lead
    Because of all their personal greed
    They always want more than they need
    They don't help those
    Below the half
    Instead they stand aside and laugh
    As if it's all we'll ever ask
    When will they make a change?

    CHORUS (Yami Bolo)

    Children lift your heads
    To the one
    Who create the sun
    My children
    And your light will come shinning again
    Show the world
    Jah love is okay
    When we rise and greet the sun
    Lets give him thanks and praise

    VERSE

    Illegal guns
    They roam the night
    In hungry hands
    Waiting to bite
    The first sign of
    Any food in sight
    Youths in the dark
    Searching for light
    Hard time they face
    Is not a choice
    Police curfew
    Is no surprise
    And with no one
    To be there voice
    Do they stand a chance?
    Where there's, more hungry mouths
    Then food to eat
    Where you find those who
    Claim to lead
    Because of all there personal greed
    They always want more than they need
    They don't help those
    Below the Ave
    Instead they stand aside and laugh
    As if it's all we'll ever ask
    When will they make a change?

    VERSE

    Its like a punk never check
    Or dem did forget
    Say a death
    We nature naughty
    Ah true mi go born uptown
    Tell dem fools don't cross me
    That's only where Cindy brought me
    And that's why they can't impress me
    With no boasty car
    Me know dat ah kill dem softly
    And then they're not
    Really even who they think they are
    They're not really moving crafty
    Mi get fi understand
    Say them plan dem faulty
    Well nuff a dem a twenty
    And favor forty
    Filthy rich big belly
    And hearty
    Di real Gideon will
    Be arriving shortly
    Rasta nuh beat Binghi
    Drum we claatt it
    We live longer
    Cause we food nuh salty
    We grow stronger
    And dem can't assault we
    So haile Rastafari love
    And exhalt it

    WRITTEN BY DA


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