Batty Rider Shorts

I see dem dealin wid the yute dem like an asset

Selling out wi daughters fi put money inna dem pocket

Gun di yute dem lock it long before dem in dem teens

No English, Mathematics, just a 'matic in them jeans

Say a dat a di regime autocratic wit di scheme

Cycle nah guh stop it as dramatic as it seem

Our children dem have dreams, in their eyes I see di gleam

We need fi mek dem know seh dem a king and dem a queen

Wen di likkle girl a walk jus low har mek she pass

Every day you and yuh dirty big man fren a talk

'Bout her batty rider shorts, how unnu waan fi tek it off

A lurk inna di dark a dem yah ting yah get me cross

Mommy, where is your daughter?

Oh papa, where is your son?

What's gonna happen to wi future

When we daughter dem lost and we son a buss gun?

Oh mommy, where is your daughter?

Oh papa, where is your son?

What's gonna happen to wi future

When we daughters dem lost and we son a buss gun?

Now if you really check di pree a from di yard you bend di tree

The yute first teacher is his immediate family

But mommy haffi gone a work, daddy inna penitentiary

So what's it gonna be? Whose gonna boil di baby tea?

Well uncle nah nuh work, now him deh a yard a lurk

Somehow him find himself under likkle Nana skirt

Traumatize her now, pin her future pon di line

Sharpen di lass dem, him cyaan too hard fi find

Oh mommy, where is your daughter?

Oh papa, where is your son?

What's gonna happen to wi future

When we daughter dem lost and we son a buss gun?

Oh mommy, where is your daughter?

Oh papa, where is your son?

What's gonna happen to wi future?

What's gonna happen to the future?

Mommy, where?

Where?

Where is your son?

Where is your daughter?

What's gonna

What's gonna happen?

Girl, keep on your dress nuh bother tek it off