Waiting for the War - Daniel Bambaata Marley

Young people die for riches and riches die for more

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war

I was from a village, the village filled with poor

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war

It’s not the beginning to end but beginning to start lost arts

Not everything found shall be done from the heart

False prophets are prophesying on some shit they’ll never see

While watching television wondering who’s watching me

My aim is to love, my ambition is free

Lost in a trap not even the present could flee

Neighborhood watch watching

Lurking my block, serving the feet trying to eat

We’re the last of the Mohican, the last of a dying breed

Lost cause when I’m without you

You’ll never know if you will go

You’ll never know if you will go

Yeah lost cause when I’m without you

Never know if you will go

Never know if you will go

Inna the war man a lick shot I done a carry the fliction

Fighting over politician

Might as well dive inna shot

And… and quicksand

Never be caught, your days will be short

With blessings as long as you give thanks

We living poor, we keep moving far

Forever no matter the distance

Wipe them out of existence

Putting up every resistance

Never say never you better stay clever

Together we cool all affliction

Fire get hotter and I’m blazing my cheloo

And today no give a response

Young people die for riches and riches die for more

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war

I was from a village, the village filled with poor

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war

We did intend to kill their serving fiend

For sticky greens so many get stuck in between

Grittiest shit I’ve ever seen

Has never been come back, come back, come back ten fold

So watch your sin It’s hard to live to love when you struggle for life to live

Try to rewind it but you can’t

Go back now, only the fittest shall survive

So we won’t back down and on my crown

While RPG’s hit the ground, won’t see me down

Young people die for riches and riches die for more

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war

I was from a village, the village filled with poor

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war

Young people die for riches and riches die for more

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war

I was from a village, the village filled with poor

I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war