Buju Banton (born Mark Myrie 1973) is a Jamaican dancehall, ragga, and reggae singer. He was born in a slum near Kingston, Jamaica called Salt Lane. "Buju" is a nickname which is of Breadfruit. The name is ironic in light of Mark Myrie's slim frame and large head, but it is, nevertheless, the nickname his mother gave him as a child. "Banton" is a Jamaican word referring to someone with a superior attitude and a gift with speech, but it was also the name of a local artist Burro Banton that Buju admired as a child.
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Chorus: G I'm living while I am living CD to the father I will pray GDC Only him know how we get through everyday GCD With all the hike in the price arm and leg we have to pay CD While our leaders play
Verse 1: GCD All I see people a rip and a rob and a grab GCD Thief never love fe see thief with long bag GCD No love for the people who a suffer real bad CDG Another toll to the poll may God help we soul GCD What is to stop the youths from get out of control GCD Full up of education yet no own no payroll GCD The clothes pon my back have countless eyehole CDG could go on and on the full has never been told
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Verse 2: G 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 GDCD When mama spend her last and send you go class DC Never you ever play GCD It's a competitive world for low budget people GCD Spending a dime while earning a nickel GCD With no regards to who it may tickle CD My cup is full to the brim GDG I could go on and on the full has never been told
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Verse 3: All I see people a rip and a rob and a grab Tief never love fe see tief 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 my back have countless eyehole Could go on and on and the full has never been told
Bridge: D On and On DG Though this life keep getting me down DG Don't give up now DG Got to survive somehow CDG Could go on and on and the full has never been told
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Verse 4: G 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 GDCD When mama spend her last and send you go class DC Never you ever play GCD It's a competitive world for low budget people GCD Spending a dime while earning a nickel GCD With no regards to who it may tickle CD My cup is full to the brim GDG I could go on and on the full has never been told GDG I could go on and on the full has never been told GDG I could go on and on the full has never been told G I could go on and on CDG The full has never been toooooold