Buju Banton

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Untold Stories

While I'm Living

Thanks I'll Be Giving

To the Most High You know,

I am living while I am living to the father I will pray

Only him knows how we get through everyday

With all the hike in the price

Arm and leg we have to pay

While our leaders play

All I see people a rip and a rob and a rival

Tief never love fe see tief wid long bag

No love for the people who a sufferin bad

Another toll to the poll may God help we soul

What is to stop the youths from get out of control

Full up of education yet no on no payroll

The clothes on my back have countless eyehole.

I could go on and on the fool has never been thrown.

Who can afford to run will run

But what about those who can't... they will have to stay

Opportunity a scarce, scarce commodity

In these times I say... When mama spend her last and send you go class

Never you ever play

It's a competitive world for low budget people,

Spending a dime while earning a nickel

With no regards to who it may tickle

My cup is full to the brim

I could go on and on the full has never been told

All I see people a rip and a rob and a rival

Tief never love fe see tief wid long bag

No love for the people who a sufferin bad

Another toll to the poll may God help we soul

What is to stop the youths from get out of control

Full up of education yet no on no payroll

The clothes on my back have countless eyehole

Could go on and on and the fool has never been thrown.

(On and On)

Though this life keep getting me down

Don't give up now

Got to survive somehow

Could go on and on and the full has never been told