Текст песни Buju Banton - YARD AND OUTTA ROAD

Every man struggle different
When rain falls, all house wet up

Yard and outta road is not the same
You nah have no weapon
You nah have no money no fame
Integrity, ya word means the most
Plus a good pair of fists fi defend your street game
Some turn to bottles, some turn to drugs
Some lose everything and still show love
From the other side, I ill up ever jitter bug
El Salvador and Michoacán thugs
To shot callers who run every yard
Keep it real one thousand, dawg
Sirenious Pisa's still going hard
To the homies not coming home
I pray to the Lord

If I could go over
Inside my head
All those days
All those days
If I could go over
Inside my head
All those days
Those dark days
Now

Mi drop a road and them a say mi fresh
Never see the days when everything was a mess
Our workout, we use fi cope with the stress
Elevate ya mind fi achieve greatness
People say much and other people say less
But all now none of them can't curse what god bless
Mi lose those friend but it's not really a loss
And most of mi gyal, them never hold the pause
Now them look forward 'cause I'm back with a blast
A different ting oh dey pon
Send commiseries, mandem masses will off
Before you know it time pass

If I could go over
Inside my head
All those days
All those days
If I could go over
Inside my head
All those days
Those dark days

Yard and outta road is not the same
You nah have no weapon
You nah have no money, no fame
Integrity, ya word means the most
Plus a good pair of fists fi defend your street game
Some turn to bottles, some turn to drugs
Some lose everything and still show love
From the other side, I ill up ever jitter bug
El Salvador and Michoacán thugs
To shot callers who run every yard
Keep it real one thousand, dawg
Sirenious Pisa's still going hard
To the homies not coming home

I pray to the Lord
If I could go over
Inside my head
All those days
All those days
If I could go over
Inside my head
All those days
Those dark days