Stress

Richie Campbell

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I got a lot of things way up inna me head
My people them a suffer, them no see no bread
I might just drop the music, and pick up a gun instead
I swear fi my madda me would a shot somebody dead
Me say me tired of the games weh them a play dread
How politicians them so dunce, them must be inbred
My country go up inna flames
The people them a bawl out your name
And we end up get save by the rain

So right a now me stress
The situation’s not the best
But I keep a smile on my face
I keep a smile on my face

That one yah name you must be mad
Likkle yute a bawl, no move you like you nah no heart
Election time a come, you take a trip down a we yard
Watch me slap the lies outta your mouth to pussyclaat
No mek me hold you outta a road, alone a night, no bodyguard
You take people fi idiot
Take poor people fi fool
No mek me hold you after dark beat
You down like when you deh a school

So right a now me stress
The situation’s not the best
But I keep a smile on my face
I keep a smile on my face

Well okay
Money make the world go around
But my people them deserve fi live straight
Lhast
Tell me how a mother ago raise her son
If she no home before eight?
Them type of thing yah a weh me hate
That a poor people fate

I got a lot of things way up inna me head
My people them a suffer, them no see no bread
I might just drop the music, and pick up a gun instead
I swear fi my madda me would a shot somebody dead
Me say me tired of the games weh them a play dread
Politicians them so dunce, them must be inbred
My country go up inna flames
Nobody seem to hear you bawl out

So right a now me stress
The situation’s not the best
But I keep a smile on my face
I keep a smile on my face