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Peace
Intro:
Can imagine bad man gun a run under discipline,
Man from TIvoli, Matches Lane, Dunkirk, SOuthside,
Man from Grants Pen all bout dun with war,
Is all about peace and love and unity.
Verse1:
Wi see dem loving and shoulder rubbing, nobody bugging,
And every man act equal only GOd abve him,
Eye water mek wi eye full,
Wi see every one a live like dem a brother,
ANd a big up one another,
What a joy and what a pleasure
Man a help dem brother up di ladder,
Money a run and every man a share the pleasure,
No man nah seh dem bigger or better or richer,
And socialist and labourite a friend oh what a pretty pictur,
And wi see every man a try , nah be hitcher,
Food a run and evey man a eat.
Cho:
We tell you bout peace,
Peace a when yu see yu enemy and a the least,
Peace is when yu leff yu window open an a sleep,
Peace is when you Tivoli man dem and not even pin deh pon dem,
And dem a go up west street,
We mean peace,
Peace is when Dudus a bun him chalice up a Zeeks,
Peace is when no gun nuh bust fi weeks pon top a weeks,
Peace is when police dem get an ease and nuh haffi run like dem a thief
Because we gunfire cease.
Verse2:
We see dem reasoning whole evening a feel the powers,
ANd we see happiness a bloom just like a pretty flowers,
All a di barreier pull, we see love a start fi take over Jamaica,
Every inch and every acre,
ANd wi see di undertaker,
Dem a no longer di money maker,
Di love it genuine, the man dem a nuh faker,
ANd man from over jungle gone a rema,
Fi go check Patrina,
JLP area but a socialist colours him inna,
ANd man form South dem deh a Kirk inna dem green merina,
Top Range and Nannyville a mix at National Arena,
Dun with di hypocrite love and stop be like hyena,
Couldn't want dem heart fi cleaner,
Yow wi happy fi di peace,
Peace si when yu happy fi see an area dance a keep
Peace is when all a di big machine dem bury deep,
Peace is when di man weh shot yu friend can circle near you base again,
And you nuh mek blood leak,
Wi mean peace, peace is when yu dis we and still have all a yuh teeth
Peace si when all a di area leader dem a meet,
Peace is when di gun dem under discipline,
And any man weh bruk it and get chase and beat
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(Repeat from top)
And any man weh bruk it and get chase and beat
Peace is when di gun dem under discipline,
Peace si when all a di area leader dem a meet,
Wi mean peace, peace is when yu dis we and still have all a yuh teeth
And you nuh mek blood leak,
Peace is when di man weh shot yu friend can circle near you base again,
Peace is when all a di big machine dem bury deep,
Peace si when yu happy fi see an area dance a keep
Yow wi happy fi di peace,
Couldn't want dem heart fi cleaner,
Dun with di hypocrite love and stop be like hyena,
Top Range and Nannyville a mix at National Arena,
ANd man form South dem deh a Kirk inna dem green merina,
JLP area but a socialist colours him inna,
Fi go check Patrina,
ANd man from over jungle gone a rema,
Di love it genuine, the man dem a nuh faker,
Dem a no longer di money maker,
ANd wi see di undertaker,
Every inch and every acre,
All a di barreier pull, we see love a start fi take over Jamaica,
ANd we see happiness a bloom just like a pretty flowers,
We see dem reasoning whole evening a feel the powers,
Verse2:
Because we gunfire cease.
Peace is when police dem get an ease and nuh haffi run like dem a thief
Peace is when no gun nuh bust fi weeks pon top a weeks,
Peace is when Dudus a bun him chalice up a Zeeks,
We mean peace,
And dem a go up west street,
Peace is when you Tivoli man dem and not even pin deh pon dem,
Peace is when yu leff yu window open an a sleep,
Peace a when yu see yu enemy and a the least,
We tell you bout peace,
Cho:
Food a run and evey man a eat.
And wi see every man a try , nah be hitcher,
And socialist and labourite a friend oh what a pretty pictur,
No man nah seh dem bigger or better or richer,
Money a run and every man a share the pleasure,
Man a help dem brother up di ladder,
What a joy and what a pleasure
ANd a big up one another,
Wi see every one a live like dem a brother,
Eye water mek wi eye full,
And every man act equal only GOd abve him,
Wi see dem loving and shoulder rubbing, nobody bugging,
Verse1:
Is all about peace and love and unity.
Man from Grants Pen all bout dun with war,
Man from TIvoli, Matches Lane, Dunkirk, SOuthside,
Can imagine bad man gun a run under discipline,
Intro:
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