Conscious Youth
As a conscious youth in the land, in the community, in the village, in the city
Moving round with the Ghetto youth in the field, up town and inna city
Taking care of all scenes, clearing all the nitty gritty
Babylon ah gauge me process, them lips spitty
Pon the truth them sippy sippy, life it so slippery
Bird them ah flip we
Cause me say youth men so witty
Wife pretty, inside and out she still love me
And the dog still ah fight with the kitty
Cause I keep it Righteous, I keep it Conscious
In God alone this I man trust
Righteous, Conscious
Burn Babylon from the bottom to the top
Them coulda never stop this I man
In God alone I will trust
Them say, must bow to babylon
So I man music could buss
Me say no idol will ever let my knees touch the dust
Ah rather die fuss
So them ah try, throw riches at my face
To make I man heart lust
But me turn way from babylon and let the 45 buss
In meh ear babylon lies me say it start to rust
Blow way pagan like them is ah saw dust
From the village to the city, youth ah build it up
Raising yes the dust with feety, dancing never stop
Beating yes the iron and the drum ah it ah shout
Watching every vampire we hit them with ah clout
Righteous in the city we go never close we mouth
Bigger it ah open cause they know what we about
Stand up as a soldier but we nurture the cub scout
Every lie we pluck out yes before them sprout
Moving round with the Ghetto youth in the field, up town and inna city
Taking care of all scenes, clearing all the nitty gritty
Babylon ah gauge me process, them lips spitty
Pon the truth them sippy sippy, life it so slippery
Bird them ah flip we
Cause me say youth men so witty
Wife pretty, inside and out she still love me
And the dog still ah fight with the kitty
Cause I keep it Righteous, I keep it Conscious
In God alone this I man trust
Righteous, Conscious
Burn Babylon from the bottom to the top
Them coulda never stop this I man
In God alone I will trust
Them say, must bow to babylon
So I man music could buss
Me say no idol will ever let my knees touch the dust
Ah rather die fuss
So them ah try, throw riches at my face
To make I man heart lust
But me turn way from babylon and let the 45 buss
In meh ear babylon lies me say it start to rust
Blow way pagan like them is ah saw dust
From the village to the city, youth ah build it up
Raising yes the dust with feety, dancing never stop
Beating yes the iron and the drum ah it ah shout
Watching every vampire we hit them with ah clout
Righteous in the city we go never close we mouth
Bigger it ah open cause they know what we about
Stand up as a soldier but we nurture the cub scout
Every lie we pluck out yes before them sprout
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Writer(s): Jay Square
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