Martin Jondo - Rootboy lyrics

Well I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain't nice stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem One is rudeboy named r–u–d–e, woe I am a rootboy r–double yo–t, woe one is rudeboy named r–u–d–e and if dem gun make well don't you mix me up with dem no See dem in the night, see dem a go fight see dem a go dread, see dem a go bad step back well don't start beef with the millimeter man 'cause you'll be the loser with a bullet in your head with open arms and with open eyes I man walk my way into this life well, I know some were born with prices on their head hell click, click, boom it's the sound of the tumb and then all of a sudden it's quiet in the room everybody looking down on the earth while you are lying looking at the roof of the church people from here and people from far crying 'bout the d**h and loss you are weh weh in their memories you'll be a shining star and [Chorus:] Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah Fuss fuss fight instead of standin' together what could it bring to seed greed me na cheatin' me brother well all brainwashed fools it's family only politicians playing hardcore comedy well a sick sick sick who's sick in his mind toy tick tick tick do you feeling the time boy runnin' out of love and runnin' out of life you vow vengeance bloody knight and the vicious cirlce's going on and on while some of dem a dance some a dem shot down don't you never wanna see another morning light without tragedies commited in the last dark night so take your gun dread man keep it down low take your jay dread man burn it up, woe and let we jamming and a jamming in one love a [Chorus] Well, I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain't nice stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem Well, I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain't nice stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem