My Days (feat. Soom T) - Naâman

Can you hear me? I've got something to tell ya... So I look up then look round, what's on my telly? Something here is getting rotten, dirty and smelly I can feel the earth wobble like I'm walking on jelly Can you hear me? I've got something to tell you It's about birth certificates, yes, traded as stocks Own a sanctum and the owning of the flock The big bad gangster, bankster on top Of the corrupt shop that the cops don't stop Why too much television killing my vision? On a mission, gonna free my mind from the system Burn Babylon down, all children listen Your mind is in a prison sitting, killing your wisdom In a mind fitting, sitting in a prison Most people are dumbed down, dead or kipping Gonna bet on getting better, but a bullet is hissing Sent with derision to my holy dominion You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, give us the red card You can push real hard, but you'll never break us and tear us apart You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, give us the red card You can push real hard You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, and give us the red card You can push real hard, but you'll never break us and tear us apart We are still living under maritime laws Government has the right to send our kids to war Treating us like suckers, devil don't miss tricks Except the one son that returned to eclipse The big bad man with a hand gun in his handbag Standing by a smoker with a fag in his hand Planned to move fast, like a bomber off ash Bought from a man that wanted hard cash Stoned on an old phone, smoking home-grown I'm spying my horizon like a government drone Marking my ground on a studio cone I spit it on the mic like the guns of Navarone I break chains like an escaped slave, frothing At the mouth, wanting blood and a soap washing I'm a cop dodging gyal and I never be stopping Kicking the door down if you're caught not in Oh, you can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, give us the red card You can push real hard, but you'll never break us and tear us apart You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, give us the red card You can push real hard You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, and give us the red card You can push real hard, but you'll never break us and tear us apart You can push real hard But you'll never break us and tear us apart You can push real hard But you'll never tear us apart I'm standing as a dissident saying, "Listen up, president I'm your tenant resident that pays you tax and dividends Indifferent you seem to be to people who are suffering Because you are warmongering, I solemnly declare you're in" A bit of trouble, yes, that this bubble is exploding An explosion that is gonna take you out, so pay attention Emotions that I'm throwing should awaken eyes are open Barely coping with this global chaos that you're growing Oh, you can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, give us the red card You can push real hard, but you'll never break us and tear us apart You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, give us the red card You can push real hard You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, give us the red card You can push real hard, but you'll never break us and tear us apart You can bomb our yard, take us off pitch, and give us the red card You can push real hard, but you'll never break us and tear us apart You can bomb our yard

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Get down to the matter Before time we've got just walk away No sign and no banner Yet your words never go astray Thank you for the strength my friend Give thanks for the wisdom You are the real one Hey, ah Like a lucky day, hey, see Me try fi drag it down deh Tears struggle always, you know how it is Got to make it out there with gratitude Real love ah the reason why we Stay alive and I'm feeling irie It's like I'm walking on a railway Give thanks for guiding my way Walk straight again Give thanks for thе wisdom You are the real Don Rеal 'pon the long run Thanks again Man ah big up for the wisdom You are the real one Really feeling like a lucky day Such a honor, honor Feels right you know Got no troubles on my back for now Halo on the highway I was goner, goner Just right ya know Give thanks for having my back brother Speak life when they're talking 'bout murder Stay high I'll be under no longer Bless you may your love will not surrender (Let him blow on your embers) Walk straight again Give thanks for the wisdom You are the real Don Real 'pon the long run Thanks again Man ah big up for the wisdom You are the real one Like a lucky day hey see Mi try fi drag it down deh Tears struggle always, you know how it is Tu sais comme j'ai cherché C'est la marche qui m'a bercé Qui reste quand la vague s'en est allée Incessant comme mes pas sur les pavés hey Cette pierre que t'as lancé Dans la mare de mes pensées Qui reste quand la vague s'en est allée Yeah, hey Walk straight again Give thanks for the wisdom Thanks again Man ah big up for the wisdom You are the real one