GARRISON

Just another song for the Garrison

Who nah carry knife, carry gun

'Cause no one don't carry love for your life

Another song for the ghetto yutes

Beg you look alive 'cause dem will shoot you

No chance dem nuh give the yutes fi survive

How does it feel

To be part of the streets?

How do you sleep

And kill all those dreams?

I a pray say you make it out

'Cause ghetto life a no bed of roses

Funny how guns make a soul come alive

How does it feel? (Feel, feel)

The Garrison bittersweet now, yeah

Rup up inna di fool dem house

Gun up inna di fool dem mouth

Garrison, in the Garrison

From the Garrison (yes)

Garrison, in the Garrison (wicked)

In the Garri-

Garrison, in the Garrison

Ga-ga-ga (from the Garrison, ohh)

Garrison, in the Garrison (we outside)

From the Garri- (so weh dem a say then Runkus?)

I and I just put on me Gideon boot with mi roots and trod up a Rema, ayy

Babylon cyaan' see me and shoot dem yute yah, trample the beast (ayy)

Lion dem humble inna the jungle and keep the same procedure (ayy)

Any place weh feature Rastafari raise the meter take a seat and

Heights who pon the throne, Haile, I dem cyaan go 'round

Arnett Garden, Coral Garden, garden not no bed of rose

You walk a mile inna we shoes, you'da probably sell your soul

We hold we own like when it cold so watch yourself like Kenneth Cole

Many rivers, many roads, many killers pay the toll (I said you said)

Portmore to Naggo's head, Garvey Mead to Spanish town (I said you-)

Garvey speech you cyaan' go 'round so try fi read up or go 'round

Living concrete jungle, ghetto life, it set in stone

Downtown and Braeton, dem love gun down Pagan

While nuff love 'round St. Ann, dem love bun down Satan

Southside and Central, I don't like when dem mad

Them gun rise like when tax raise up high as rentals

Flankaz and Dunkirk have tankaz a run Earth

Badman don't touch young girl, nuff gunshot bus 'round perv

Portmore still a carry .44 inna trolley

But hope deh yah if you just know King Selassie (phenomenal)

Big .45 inna dancehall style, every ghetto all right

Body nah fight, uh

Sound string up nice, mic check, one-five

All police and badman a wul a vibe

Woman inna dem tights, everything print out, pupa, Jesus Christ, oh my

Don't ever lose fight, don't ever lose sight, Garrison life nice

So if yuh keeping a session and wan' the place fi shot (weh we do?)

Call Smartkid weh walk with eighty Glock (weh we do?)

Hail up the Alpha and Omega and then dem hail me back (weh we do?)

Ram dancehall 'cause the place fi pack

Me from the Garrison, in the Garrison, from the Garrison

Garrison, from the Garrison, in the Garri-

Garrison, in the Garrison, from the Ga-Ga

Garrison, from the Garrison, in the Garri- (in the the Garrison, oh, yeah)

Yo, bredda

The Garrison party did mad, enuh, bredda

(Weh you mean, man?)

Yo, matter a fact make we touch the outside party

Yo, taxi, taxi

One and move, one and move

Ah, mad, we a go 777 Outside Lane, zeen?

Ah, ah, mad, mad, mad (anm yo)

Tun, tun on the radio fi me deh, tun on the radio

Ay, bredda turn up the vibes, dawg

Oh, no, no, absolutely, absolutely, yes, absolutely

And you know there's an

There is an artist that people have been talking about, sir

There's a young artist out of Jamaica called Runkus

And this one's called, "OUTSIDE IN: INSIDE OUT"

And I'm telling you right now, it's a punani tsunami

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