Текст песни Injustice - Nesbeth

I see the hospital a get overcrowded
I see the prison and the morgue a get more work than ever
I even see the people dem that the people dem believe
And trust inna so much get let down by those same people
Right now
No expect make any claim (Buss the beat, buss the beat, buss the beat)

Oh Father God I come to you with humble prayer
And all your guidance i require
Can't take no more ire
You nuh see this world is so bad
So bad
So bad
Hey
Little youth weh just born a buss corn
You no hear weh just gwaan
Dem lick down the baby mother husband
And run gone and say dem a gun man
Tell me weh dem get the gun from?
Weh all the love gone?
Wha' happen to some don weh a press out the ghetto youth dem fi
Step out with inch of tech and long machete and them ratchet
Flavour is like dem forget
Say good over evil is life over death
A life over death
And you artiste
If you nuh have nothing fi say then keep silent
Tell me how you fi glorify violence
You wrap it up and sell it inna your dirty item
And have the kids a buy dem, the press a highlight dem

Mr. Editor where is your conscience?
Everyday you get up a print nonsense
Can't sell out morality fi a few cents
Use your common sense

Who you gonna turn to
Turn to
Turn to
When the same fire you a fling burn you
Burn you
Burn you
Hey
And tell me who you gonna run to
Run to
Run to
When the man dem weh you give the gun to
Dem confront you and ready fi
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bump you

Hey you cabby how you a move so shabby
You and your badman friend dem go dump and dead body
See you friend a taxi man a rise and say him go rob him
And a drive round like you don't know weh happen
You Mr. Police
Tell me how you dweet
People empower you fi uphold the peace
Still you trample people innocent under your feet
Say you would do anything so long so get your palm grease
Now it's a government step up to the game
The people dem vote you in fi relieve the strain
But ever since you came
The only thing weh change
Is either it get worse cause you still use your brain
Hey and you bosses
To me you nothing but some evilous crosses
All you care about your money and your profit
You hire the people dem a work dem inna your office
And inna your dirty factory slave dem out fi ages
And then you pay dem some ridiculous wages
You need fi 'memba say the people have babies
Mouth fi feed
Wha' happen to dem bills payment?
Check your arrangement

Who you gonna turn to
Turn to
Turn to
When the same fire you a fling burn you
Burn you
Burn you
Hey
And tell me who you gonna run to
Run to
Run to
When the same man dem you give the gun to
Dem confront you and ready fi
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bump you

Oh Father God I come to you with humble prayer
And all your guidance i require
Can't take no more ire
You nuh see this world is so bad
So bad
So bad
Hey
Little youth weh just born a buss corn
You no hear weh just gwaan
Dem lick down the baby mother husband
And run gone and say dem a gun man
Tell me weh dem get the gun from?
Weh all the love gone?
Wha' happen to some don weh a press out the ghetto youth dem fi
Step out with inch of tech and long machete and them ratchet
Flavour is like dem forget
Say good over evil is life over death
A life over death
And you artiste
If you nuh have nothing fi say then keep silent
Tell me how you fi glorify violence
You wrap it up and sell it inna your dirty item
And have the kids a buy dem, the press a highlight dem

Mr. Editor