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Buju Banton

Untold Stories lyrics

Untold Stories Lyrics

Buju Banton

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 every day.
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 grab,
Thief never love fe see thief wid long bag.
No love for the people who a suffer real 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 own no payroll.
The clothes on mi back have countless eyehole.
I could go on and on, the full has never been told.

I am living while I am living to the Father I will pray,
Only Him knows, how we get through every day.
With all the hike in the price,
Arm and leg we have to pay, while our leaders play.

Me say: 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.

Though this life keep gettin' me down, (on and on)
Don't give up now!
Got to survive! (on and on)
Someway, somehow. (on and on)

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

I am living while I am living to the Father I will pray,
Only Him knows, how we get through every day.
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 grab,
Thief never love fe see thief wid long bag.
No love for the people who a suffer real 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 own no payroll.
The clothes pon ya back have countless eyehole.
Could go on and on, the full has never been told.

I am living while I am living to the Father I will pray,
Only Him knows, how we get through every day.
With all the hike in the price,
Arm and leg we have to pay, while our leaders play.

Me say: 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 for who it may tickle.
My cup is full to the brim.
I could go on and on, the full has never been told.
Could go on and on the full has never been told.
Could go on and on the full has never been told.
Could go on and on the full has never been told.
Could go on and on the full has never been told.
Could go on and on the full has never been told.
Could go on and on the full has never been told.
Could go on and on the full has never been told..
The full has never..
Been..
Toooooold.

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