Текст песни Judgement - Chronixx

Liv Up, whoa whoa
Whooaay, whoaaay
Welcome Chronixx whoa yoyy, whoaa yoy
Welcome Chronixx deh up
Deliver the-the-deliver woy, deliver, whoa
Me say we loose faith in the preachers
The youth dem need a teacher, because
Papa him a bawl, say no money inna wallet
Mama she a bawl, hungry print 'pon her forehead
Cousin him a cry, say him an' poverty married
Him no eat no food from last week
Plus the likkle pickeny dem a bawl
Santa never bring the barrel
Never bring the present and him never bring the sorrel
The Three Stooges weh inna parliament a quarrel
Tell 'em Selassie I, issue a warning
So, the cup dem full and run over
When the cup dem full and run over
A Judgement, Judgement
Fi you mister man inna your Benz and your Rover
The cup dem full and run over
When the cup dem full and run over
A Judgement, Judgement Fi you mister man inna your Benz
What happen to the youths

Dem 'pon the side mixing concrete and mortar
Cyaan afford the light an' dem still thieving water
Mama she a cry, cyaan see school fee fi daughter
But she find the offering fi give thieving pastor
Hell and powder, lightening and thunder
When the youth dem fed up and' frass
Babylon fall like lumber, get cast asunder
When the lightening set up and flash
When the cup dem full and run over
When the cup dem full and run over
A Judgement, Judgement
Fi you mister man inna your Benz and your Rover
When the cup dem full and run over
When the cup dem full and run over
A Judgement, Judgement
Fi you mister man inna your Benz
Babylon a ask, Chronixx a weh do you temper
None a dem cyaan handle deh Judgement yah
Me gi' dem one hundred percent a
The fire weh a burn from me epicentre
The whole a Babylon army get turn over
A Selassie I a him run 'bout yah
Dem haffi give up, when dem see Liv Up
Tell dem the youth dem cup full and it a run over
When the cup dem full and run over (yes I)
When the cup dem full and run over (Liv Up)
A Judgement, Judgement (yes I)
(Fi you mister man inna your Benz and your Rover)
The cup dem full and run over
When the cup dem full and run over
A Judgement, Judgement
Fi you mister man inna your