Monday, June 1, 2009

Lyrics to Sufferation by Messenjah Selah

Another day inna di life no easy at all.
Everyday the ghetto children dem a bawl.
Ends nah meet like north and south at all.

Sufferation!
Too much hand to moouth.
Dis ya situation!
I got to get out.
Sufferation!
Tired of the hand to moouth.
Dis ya situation I got to get out.

Everyday prices a rise like the sun.
While the value of the dollar going down.
You don’t want to increase the poor man’s income.
Then it woulda decrease the starvation.
You hit us in the pocket to keep us in the slum.
That’s why the youths a pop them ratchets and a bust them guns.
Mama can’t feed me what she want.
She have to make me what she need.
Til betta come.

Sufferation!
Tired of the hand to moouth.
Dis ya situation!
I got to my best to get out.
Sufferation!
Tired of the hand to moouth.
Dis ya situation I got to get out.

The system put the people inna shackle.
Finding a job is like fighting a battle.
Two and three jobs some people a juggle.
Dem no waan we live comfortable.
No money, no food, no pot caan bubble.
Baby a cry mama can’t make a bottle.
Every mickle make a muckle, give thanks for the little.
Don’t lose the faith inna the struggle.

Sufferation!
Too much hand to mouth.
Dis ya situation!
I got to get out.
Sufferation!
Too much hand to moouth.
Dis ya situation I got to get out.

Independent.
Self sufficient is the way to live.
Hands to mouth mean nothing to save or give.
They’re still taking advantage of the poor and underprivileged.
It seem like we working just to pay bills.
Can’t afford a vacation to relax and chill.
Through poverty, people no stop get killed.
Jah!
Mi ah ask if its your will!

Sufferation!
Too much hand to mouth.
Dis ya situation!
I got to get out.
Tired of the sufferation!
Tired of the hand to mouth.
Dis ya situation!
. . .

Prices a rise like the sun.
While the value of the dollar going down.
You don’t want to increase the poor man’s income.
Then it woulda decrease the starvation.
You hit us in the pocket to keep us in the slum.
That’s why the youths a use them knife and a bust them guns.
Mama can’t feed me what she want.
She have to bake me what she need.
Til betta come.

Sufferation!
Too much hand to mouth.
Dis ya situation!
I got to get out.
Dis ya sufferation!
Tired of the hand to mouth
Dis ya shituation!
I’ve got to get out. . .






Taken from Messenjah Selah's album Breaking Babylon Curse

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