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letra de garrison - runkus & toddla t

[intro]
just another song for the garrison
who nah carry knife, carry gun
’cause no one don’ carry love for your life (boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo)
another song for the ghetto youths
beg you look alive ’cause them will shoot you
no chance them nuh give the youths fi survive (boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo)

[verse 1]
how does it feel
to be part of the streets?
how do sleep
and k!ll all those dreams?
i a pray say you make it out
’cause ghetto life are no bed of roses
funny how guns make a soul come alive
how does it feel? (feel, feel)
the garrison bittersweet now, yeah
[chorus]
rup up inna da fool dem house
gun up inna da food dem mouth
garrison, in the garrison
from thе garrison (yes)
garrison, in the garrison (wicked)
from thе garrison
garrison, in the garrison
from the garrison
garrison, in the garrison
from the garrison
we outside
suh whe dem a seh runkus?

[verse 2]
i and i just put on me gideon boot with me roots and trod up a rema, ayy
babycal cyaan see me and shoot dem youth ya trample the beast (ayy)
lion dem humble inna the jungle and keep the same procedure (ayy)
any place we feature rastafari raise the meter take a seat and
heights who pan the throne, haile, i them cyaan go ’round
arnett garden, coral garden, garden not nuh bed of rose
you walk a mile inna we shoes, you would probably sell your soul
we hold we own when it cold so watch yourself like kenneth cole
many rivers, many roads, many k!llers pay the toll
portmore to naggo’s head garvey mead to spanish town
garvey speech you cyaan go ’round so try fi read up or go ’round
living concrete jungle, ghetto life, it set in stone
dung town and braeton, them love gun down pagan
while nuff love ’round st. ann, them love bun down satan
southside and central, i don’t like when them mad
them gun rise like when tax raise up high as rentals
flankaz and dun kirk, have tankaz a run earth
badman don’t touch youn girl, nuff gunshot bus round perv
portmore still a carry .44 inna trolley
but hope there 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 a badman a wul a vibe
woman inna dem tights, everything print out, pupa, jesus christ, oh my
don’t ever lose sight, don’t ever lose faith, garrison life nice
so if yuh keeping a session and wah the place fi shot (whe me do)
call smartkid whe walk with eighty glock (whe me do)
hail up the alpha and omega and then them hail me back (whe me do)
ram dancehall ’cause the place fi pack
[chorus]
me from the garrison, in the garrison, from the garrison
garrison, in the garrison, from the garrison
garrison, in the garrison, from the garrison
garrison, in the garrison, from the garrison

[outro]
yo bredda
the garrison party did mad enu bredda
weh yuh mean mon?
matter a fact make we touch the outside party
yo, taxi, taxi
one and move, one and move
ah mad, we ah go 777 outside lane zeen
ah, ah, mad, mad, mad
yo, turn up the radio fi me deh
yeah, bredda turn up the vibes, dawg

[interlude: idris elba]
absolutely, absolutely, yes, absolutely
and you know there is an artist that people have been talking about
a young artist out of jamaica called runkus
and this one is called, “outside in: inside out”
and i’m telling you right now, it’s a punani tsunami
stay locked in to the bbc bloodclaat service with yours truly idris elba

- runkus toddla t

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