Mr Rager's Prodigal Son - Jakobe B MORGEN

Don't wanna do this again I wanna go back home Tired of living this kind of life Yeah tsemi Naaayo Never knew that this is how it's gonna be here See nuh the kinda life I wanna live Aa enei me ampaa na me ni Yea na eyeh me nwa wa ah Used to be the child that my dad was so proud of Was a church boy from the beginning Sometimes I no dey believe How I even really got myself in all these And u know you can't blame me of course Was told everything over here be free and I go dey happy on my own But now wey I believe say in life there is no place like home ye Cos if I should tell you what I've been through If I should tell you what I've been through Oh yea I deserve to be called a fool But in a way too you go see say no be me I do I wanna live a good life Now I wanna live a good life Ah ye yee Living over here no be nice Life over here no be nice Ahh ahhh arrh See I wanna live a good life Now I wanna live a good life Ye ye ye Living over here no be nice Cos life over here no be nice at all Oh Lord see me now Gadamn see me now I don't know weytin I dey do Anything bad go happen bia nu them go just mention my name Cos I dey live my life anyhow Mmmm anyhow I don't know weytin I dey do Anything bad go happen bia nu them go just mention my name Standing in front of my mirror looking at myself This no be the kinda life wey I deserve I can feel my whole body now is full of regret Be like for all these while I've been possessed I wanna go back to my old ways Where everything used to be okay Somebody tell my old self I'm sorry so make he forgive me I wanna come back home again, ahh ahh aarrh I wanna live a good life Now I wanna live a good life Ah ye yee Living over here no be nice Life over here no be nice Ahh ahhh arrh See I wanna live a good life Now I wanna live a good life Ye ye ye Living over here no be nice Cos life over here no be nice at all Oh Lord see me now Gadamn see me now I don't know weytin I dey do Anything bad go happen bia nu them go just mention my name Cos I dey live my life anyhow Mmmm anyhow I don't know weytin I dey do Anything bad go happen bia nu them go just mention my name Mmmm e no be nice at all I say eno be nice at all Eno be nice at all Life over here no be nice at all

Gospel fi preach a bongo town You see I don't come to cause a controversy, but I'm just gonna speak some truth from Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie I, mi Christian brother Jah-overh Jireh - hear the man say The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (town, town, town) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (now watch this) The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (town, town, town) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (watch this) Me love the church, but the Christians save So me start preach the gospel 'pon di highways, the by-ways Inspired by Haile Selassie To the Ras them we want bring clarity (boom, now) Mi love drumming and the ites, gold and green an' (yeah) Mi love the ital vege and the beans an' (yeah) Mi love the gesture sey man heart fi clean Wus mi no nyam, if yuh know whey me mean A mi no deh ya so fi cause confusion But did you know that Selassie was a Christian? Him make the most churches give to the Africans And bring Orthodox to Jamaicans and say: "A man without Christ is like a ship without a rudder" '66, when him land inna Jamaica, people bow down Him say rise up mi brother: "I'm not God, I am sent by the Father" The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (up a Bobo hill yeah) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (round a Judgement y'all) The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (we a go tek it out a 9 mile) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (a nyabinghi) A make a trod me and mi brethren dem (yeah) Nyabinghi a gwaan dung a May Pen And when mi stop inna the middle a di square A hear man a bun gays and queers now Another man a bun a fire 'pon another man Another man a tell another man him badder than True mi no Rasta, him say mi no him brother To Selassie that's a big contradiction, 'cause Selassie ano Christ, so a Christ yuh fi honour Inna passa passa business, Selassie never walla Rastaman, this is a tough pill fi swallow But a Jesus Selassie I follow The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (up a Wareika) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (a fire house) The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (so watch this) The truth hurt, but the truth set you free Inna Matthew 24, Jah sey: "Listen to me: When me come again, everybody a go see" So a couldn't him land a Norman Manley A full time we put down the confusion A house that's divided just can't stand So go read your Bible, go read all or none It say Jesus a the only Son, me done The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (a dung a Trench Town) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (inna tenement y'all) The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (a up a Judgement y'all) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (a wey you go, a Bobo Hill) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (every corner) The gospel fi preach dung a bongo town (a just the good news) The gospel fi preach dung a congo town (Jesus alive)

Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this world, where God only knows And that'll be the way to get along Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land Famine come in the land Spent all he had and famine come in the land Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man" And that'll be the way I'll get along Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine For to feed my swine I'll give you a job for to feed my swine" Boy stood there and hung his head and cried 'Cause that is no way to get along Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Believe I'll go back home Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Or down the road as far as I can go" And that'll be the way to get along Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me Coming home to me" Father ran and fell down on his knees Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me" Mercy Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried Hung his head and cried Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?" Yeah Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf, Call the family round Kill that calf and call the family round My son was lost but now he is found 'Cause that's the way for us to get along" Hey