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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Protoje
Protoje
Performer
Sherieta Lewis-Rodney
Sherieta Lewis-Rodney
Background Vocals
Okiel McIntyre
Okiel McIntyre
Trumpet
Ziah.Push
Ziah.Push
Bass Guitar
Randy Fletcher
Randy Fletcher
Trombone
Peter "Kongz" Samaru
Peter "Kongz" Samaru
Drums
Oshane Love
Oshane Love
Alto Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ziah.Push
Ziah.Push
Composer
Oje Ollivierre
Oje Ollivierre
Songwriter
Roel Valentine Powell
Roel Valentine Powell
Songwriter
Iotosh Poyser
Iotosh Poyser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Gregory Morris
Gregory Morris
Mixing Engineer
Fumiaki “Supaman” Ogata
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

System yah intend Fi make you bawl and make you beg Now there's a war and blood a shed So, duck and crawl under your bed 'Cause man nuh fraid fi buss dem gun Till barrel burn, until it done That's how we living day to day I just don't see no other way And though the evil pon display Catch a stray when AK spray Three head fly weh pon one scene Two more over Papine Why we people suffer so? What they see is what they know No need to plea, no mercy show When want to flee, nowhere to go It depends pon what you choose Fi make it out or make it pon the News The system yah rough Everybody wicked and tough Every man want lock a one shoes Good or bad, no man nuh want lose The system yah rough Everybody wicked and tough, yeah System yah design Fi make the people lose dem mind Just to live, man turn to crime Take your things and make dem mine 38 inna my waist Point that up straight inna your face Inna shootout with police Kill two store owner last week (boop, boop) Circumstances gave no choice So, don't play round with your life Hard of hearing, nuh talk twice Silencer don't make no noise Any day could be my last And the worst shall come to pass But until then, man will just be The baddest man that dem can be It depends pon what you choose Fi make it out or make it pon the News The system yah rough Everybody wicked and tough Every man want lock a one shoes Good or bad, no man nuh want lose The system yah rough Everybody wicked and tough, yeah It start get normal, it start get secular Dem no partial, you coulda badder than America Coulda Up Class, Middle Class or a Regular You will get it quicker than a call pon your cellular Group pon WhatsApp full a bare contract First man see it, well you know a him a grab that Happiest man will have a gun inna him knapsack And you nuh know until you diss him and him grab that Fools say that dem can't clip dem wing Acting like dem know everything Sleepless nights protecting your kin A quick one reach you right as him blink Element of surprise come under disguise Approach from behind, dem friend take dem life So, set up before you meet your demise The system yah set fi youths lose dem life It depends pon what you choose Fi make it out or make it pon the News The system yah rough Everybody wicked and tough Every man want lock a one shoes Good or bad, no man nuh want lose The system yah rough Everybody wicked and tough, yeah
Writer(s): Iotosh Poyser, Oje Ollivierre, Roel Valentine Powell, Sean “ziah.push” Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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