название:

How Could You


автор:

Buju Banton


жанры: reggae, dancehall
альбомы: 'Til Shiloh
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It is real, as real as it seem
Don't you live on illusion
And don't you ever try to live a dream
I singBuju say how could you rise up every living day
Telling yourself everything is ok
When you look at life you'll see it slipping away
Lord knows who feels it every moment every dayThose why cry for the poor get neglected, rejected, put to death
How much more we want to take?
Did you father work off his shirt, blood, sweat and tears
Don't tell me that you forgotBeing oppressed by the oppressors, all different types of stress
For the sorrows of the poor, they don't even care less
Refuse to deal with world atrocities, civil unrest
Instead they're building penitentiaries as big as a bird's nest
Saying we are to be blamed for whatever what messHow could you rise up every living day?
Telling your kids everything is ok
When you look at life you'll see it slipping away
Lord knows who feels it every moment every daySome say, how are you going? they want to know if we are mine
Not until we repossess what's rightfully mine
Sitting down for so long we do believe it is time
Everyone is entitled to food at mealtime'Till then, we'll struggle for rights, no more racial fights
Degradation to the highest heights
All obstacles as a people we have to cross
With health and strength we all can get across
Happenings of yesterday are just a thing of the pastHow could you rise up every living day
Telling yourself everything is ok
When you look at life you'll see it slipping away
Lord knows who feels it every moment every dayDon't you cry little one, wipe your tears, sing my song
Though we're in a strange land with evil's one
Help the weak if you're strong, iron sharpens iron
When you're down take a look at where the help is coming from
What about the masterminds with the foolproof plans
What about the geniuses who achieve grade oneHow could you rise up every living day?
Telling yourself everything is ok
When you look at life you'll see it slipping away
Lord knows who feels it every moment every dayThose why cry for the poor get neglected, rejected, put to death
How much more will we take?
Did you father work off his shirt, blood, sweat and tears
Don't tell me that you forgotBeing oppressed by the oppressors, all different types of stress
For the sorrows of the poor, they don't even care less
Refuse to deal with world atrocities, civil unrest
Instead they're building penitentiaries as big as a bird's nest
Saying we are to be blamed for whatever what messHow could you rise up every living day
Telling yourself nothin's is ok
When you look at life you'll see it slipping away
Lord knows who feels it every moment every daySome say, how are you going? they want to know if we are mine
Not until we repossess what's rightfully mine
Sitting down for so long we do believe it is time
Everyone is entitled to food at mealtimeTill then, we'll struggle for rights, no more racial fights
Degradation to the highest heights
All obstacles as a people we have to cross
With health and strength we all can get across
Happenings of yesterday are just a thing of the pastHow could you rise up every living day?
Telling yourself everything is ok
When you look at life you'll see it slipping away
Lord knows who feels it every moment every day
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Это интересно:Buju Banton(настоящее имя Mark Anthony Myrie) родился 15 июля 1973 года в трущобах Кингстона в районе Солт-Лейн. «Buju»- это прозвище, даваемое круглолицым детишкам, и озночающее плод хлебного дерева. А Banton это фамилия ямайского музыканта Burro Banton`а, которым Buju восхищался еще будучи ребенком. Buju Banton был одним из пятнадцати детей, его мать была уличным продавцом, которая восходила корнями к самим Марунам,... продолжение
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