Stitchie - Mercy Lyrics

Lyrics Mercy - Stitchie



Yes the truth is an offence
Only to wrong doers
Lord, God Almighty, help us
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
This yah one yah a nuh bedtime story, me sing again
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Man fi live up and give God the glory, yow
Lack down the country put the economy in a mess
And fire gunshot like you in the Wild West
Dem ting yah get me dark
Insight violence against police
And gun dem down like dogs in the street
Dem ting yah get me dark
Murderer who live by the gun
A go die by the gun if dem no done
Dem ting yah get me dark
You rape anything weh inna frock
Like you and Satan have a recording contract
Dem ting yah get me dark
The innocent blood that you shed
And the corruption that you spread you must repent
Dem ting yah get me dark
De Father send de Son tell you fi come
But you extorting dollars and cent
Dem ting yah get me dark
To get elected you mek promises galore
And when you get deh you nuh memba 'bout de poor
Dem ting yah get me dark
Chat too much and cause people fi die
Mouth a massy teet a plunda how you so lie
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
This yah one yah a nuh bedtime story, me sing again
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Man fi live up and give God the glory
Dem ting yah get me dark
Injustice spread out 'pon de land
Yet you expect peace from everyone
Dem ting yah get me dark
The opportunity weh nuff youth nuh get
You pass them by when you look 'pon dem address
Dem ting yah get me dark
All de youth weh trap inna de darkness
'Cause de devil a prevent dem from de Light
Dem ting yah get me dark
All de youth weh run way from de Light
Den how de heaven dem fi know what is right
Dem ting yah get me dark
All the homeless people 'pon de street
Children nuh have nothing to eat and dem no clean
Dem ting yah get me dark
All de youths who sufferation beat
And inna dem hand dem put a AK Machine
Dem ting yah get me dark
Anyone who a pedophile
And have nature fi child all the while
Dem ting yah get me dark
Prostitute you body and you smile for a coil
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
This yah one, this yah one, this ya one, this ya one.
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Man fi live up and give God the glory
Dem ting yah get me dark
'Cause too much youth a starve
A serious ting nuh laugh
Man all a give big teak to dog
Fi years some use religion
And create nuff division
Think dem de on a commission
When dem de on Satan mission
Dem ting yah get me dark
Dem can't stop me from talk
By the Word God say we fi walk
Then how man end up a sleep wid Mark
Every day the price a rise
Man heart get cold like ice
Killing people for a price
Nuff a dem no want fi hear 'bout Christ
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
This yah one yah a nuh bedtime story, me sing again
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Man fi live up and give God the glory



Writer(s): Cleve Aman Laing


Stitchie - Real Life Story
Album Real Life Story
date of release
26-06-2007




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