Letra de 'Sufferer' de Sean Paul

Young guns outa road a look funds
Yogga yow
Yogga yow
Unnu can't stop di flow
Yo
Sean a Paul a mek dem know
Weh mi go so
Yogga ma chugga

I'm chillin inna my ride kinda minding my own biz
I'm thinkin about my dreams, aspiration and what my goal is
And right in front mi sight was two
Forty five chromies
Some likkle juvenile
And dem a buss it like dem don't miss
I said
Juvenile
Tell dem what a dem motive
Dem sey Dutty Paul no worry we a bus' in pon dem phonies
Ova deh so caah dem start it
And we tell dem seh fi don't diss
Plus, two year ago dem diss me blood
So now dem owe dis
I said
Juvenile
Tell me where the hope is
You the younger generation gotta know what unnu role is
Dem say
Dutty Paul yuh nah see man a dead out like roaches
Then ah we fi tek the future, God knows this!

Cah man a Sufferah
Dung inna de gutta yo
So many things are promised but tings just a get
Tougher yow
Time rolling on
Fourteen year now weh mi born
We nuh see none a di corn
We a Sufferah
Dung inna de ghetto yo
Tings get so hard
Politician dem a fraud
Tings tougher yuh
Time rolling on
Seventeen year now mi born
We nuh see none a di corn
Yo

That's why when yuh see me with de grip
Don't fuck around with my hollow tip
Some bwoy head back gwaan buss up and split
Same time mi sey youth man, shup up unnu lip
Come
Mi got to get pon a mental trip
Youth man [?] from the mental whip
2Pac and Biggie no longer can rep
Through the same mentality
Listen when mi tell yuh dis
Martin Luther King a sufferer
Him never kill him bredda
Mr Mandela a sufferer
Him never kill him bredda
Malcolm X him was a gangsta
But him never kill another
Marcus was [?]
Ah elevate all of the

Sufferah
Dung inna de gutta yo
So many things are promised but tings just a get
Tougher yow
Time rolling on
Fourteen year now weh mi born
We nuh see none a di corn
We a Sufferah
Dung inna de ghetto yo
Tings get so hard
Politician dem a fraud
Tings tougher yuh
Time rolling on
Seventeen year now mi born
We nuh see none a di corn
Yo

I'm chillin inna my ride kinda minding my own biz
I'm thinkin about my dreams, aspiration and what my goal is
And right in front mi sight was two
Forty five chromies
Some likkle juvenile
And dem a buss it like dem don't miss
I said
Juvenile
Tell dem where the faith is
Dem sey Dutty Paul don't worry
That gone long time back inna di eighties when
Man nuh member love through politics dem know what hate is
Caught up inna di matrix
And we cannot get creative
Mi seh
Juvenile
Time fi demonstrate this
Cause di bigger heads a gwaan like seh dem want fi underrate this
Dem fi know Jamaica people a di best we a di greatest
Catch mi argument and try debate this
Dem fi know

We a Sufferah
Dung inna de gutta yo
So many things are promised but tings just a get
Tougher yow
Time rolling on
Fourteen year now weh mi born
We nuh see none a di corn
We a Sufferah
Dung inna de ghetto yo
Tings get so hard
Politician dem a fraud
Tings tougher yuh
Time rolling on
Seventeen year now mi born
We nuh see none a di corn
Yo