GARRISON

Just another song for the Garrison
Who nah carry knife, carry gun
'Cause no one don't carry love for your life
Another song for the ghetto yutes
Beg you look alive 'cause dem will shoot you
No chance dem nuh give the yutes fi survive

How does it feel
To be part of the streets?
How do you sleep
And kill all those dreams?
I a pray say you make it out
'Cause ghetto life a no bed of roses
Funny how guns make a soul come alive
How does it feel? (Feel, feel)
The Garrison bittersweet now, yeah

Rup up inna di fool dem house
Gun up inna di fool dem mouth
Garrison, in the Garrison
From the Garrison (yes)
Garrison, in the Garrison (wicked)
In the Garri-
Garrison, in the Garrison
Ga-ga-ga (from the Garrison, ohh)
Garrison, in the Garrison (we outside)
From the Garri- (so weh dem a say then Runkus?)

I and I just put on me Gideon boot with mi roots and trod up a Rema, ayy
Babylon cyaan' see me and shoot dem yute yah, trample the beast (ayy)
Lion dem humble inna the jungle and keep the same procedure (ayy)
Any place weh feature Rastafari raise the meter take a seat and
Heights who pon the throne, Haile, I dem cyaan go 'round
Arnett Garden, Coral Garden, garden not no bed of rose
You walk a mile inna we shoes, you'da probably sell your soul
We hold we own like when it cold so watch yourself like Kenneth Cole
Many rivers, many roads, many killers pay the toll (I said you said)
Portmore to Naggo's head, Garvey Mead to Spanish town (I said you-)
Garvey speech you cyaan' go 'round so try fi read up or go 'round
Living concrete jungle, ghetto life, it set in stone
Downtown and Braeton, dem love gun down Pagan
While nuff love 'round St. Ann, dem love bun down Satan
Southside and Central, I don't like when dem mad
Them gun rise like when tax raise up high as rentals
Flankaz and Dunkirk have tankaz a run Earth
Badman don't touch young girl, nuff gunshot bus 'round perv
Portmore still a carry .44 inna trolley
But hope deh yah 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 badman a wul a vibe
Woman inna dem tights, everything print out, pupa, Jesus Christ, oh my
Don't ever lose fight, don't ever lose sight, Garrison life nice
So if yuh keeping a session and wan' the place fi shot (weh we do?)
Call Smartkid weh walk with eighty Glock (weh we do?)
Hail up the Alpha and Omega and then dem hail me back (weh we do?)
Ram dancehall 'cause the place fi pack

Me from the Garrison, in the Garrison, from the Garrison
Garrison, from the Garrison, in the Garri-
Garrison, in the Garrison, from the Ga-Ga
Garrison, from the Garrison, in the Garri- (in the the Garrison, oh, yeah)

Yo, bredda
The Garrison party did mad, enuh, bredda
(Weh you mean, man?)
Yo, matter a fact make we touch the outside party
Yo, taxi, taxi
One and move, one and move
Ah, mad, we a go 777 Outside Lane, zeen?
Ah, ah, mad, mad, mad (anm yo)
Tun, tun on the radio fi me deh, tun on the radio
Ay, bredda turn up the vibes, dawg

Oh, no, no, absolutely, absolutely, yes, absolutely
And you know there's an
There is an artist that people have been talking about, sir
There's a young artist out of Jamaica called Runkus
And this one's called, "OUTSIDE IN: INSIDE OUT"
And I'm telling you right now, it's a punani tsunami
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