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World Gone Mad lyrics with English Translations
This has got to be (Richie Stephens!)
Fulfilment of prophecy (Alborosie and Gentleman)
Some will do anything for money (watch yah now)
For the love of money (what is wrong with dem)
Oh gosh
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil (let dem know) And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God
(What kind of world we living in?) Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad (crazy) The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison (insane) Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
Oh, oh Inna time like this, economical squeeze And the people dem a bawl Dem can't get no drop, so the youth dem erupt Can't find no food at all Every man have a gun and a run up and down And a bloodshed in the streets Policeman a come weh the walk cyaan done
Where are the leaders in times like these? They're part of the problem, God help us please Sings of the times, wickedness a increase Save us from the belly of the beast
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God (deep down inna trouble)
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
Yo, yo Well, we a go mash dem down, we can't lose Righteousness and niceness, we nah gone refuse it We see our fan sound, sitten on sky nah no bruise Ghetto youth full time fi tan up and choose, yo, yo
These are the realities that we face With leechers and creatures all over the place Children arrest and some living in hell More wickedness than we can tell
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil (what's happening?) And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen (rise up, rise up) Help, Father God
Nuff man a sell off dem daugther fi sale And a bring dem to the don So the don do him thing and the money him bring Put inna mama hand Mama tell daughter fi shut up her mouth No go a road go chat Cah the clothes weh you got and the food inna pot Him will come take it back
This love of money has taken control Good morals, good values no longer the goal People make choices so heartless and cold For money they're selling their soul
Yo, yo Dem illuminati, fast like Maserati Time ruff fi we, dem try trick we like karachi Ghetto youths, just be faithful, yo-oh Never you be ungrateful, no-oh
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad (rise up, rise up) Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil (let dem know) And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God
(What kind of world we living in?) Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad (crazy) The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison (insane) Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
Oh, oh Inna time like this, economical squeeze And the people dem a bawl Dem can't get no drop, so the youth dem erupt Can't find no food at all Every man have a gun and a run up and down And a bloodshed in the streets Policeman a come weh the walk cyaan done
Where are the leaders in times like these? They're part of the problem, God help us please Sings of the times, wickedness a increase Save us from the belly of the beast
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God (deep down inna trouble)
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
Yo, yo Well, we a go mash dem down, we can't lose Righteousness and niceness, we nah gone refuse it We see our fan sound, sitten on sky nah no bruise Ghetto youth full time fi tan up and choose, yo, yo
These are the realities that we face With leechers and creatures all over the place Children arrest and some living in hell More wickedness than we can tell
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil (what's happening?) And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen (rise up, rise up) Help, Father God
Nuff man a sell off dem daugther fi sale And a bring dem to the don So the don do him thing and the money him bring Put inna mama hand Mama tell daughter fi shut up her mouth No go a road go chat Cah the clothes weh you got and the food inna pot Him will come take it back
This love of money has taken control Good morals, good values no longer the goal People make choices so heartless and cold For money they're selling their soul
Yo, yo Dem illuminati, fast like Maserati Time ruff fi we, dem try trick we like karachi Ghetto youths, just be faithful, yo-oh Never you be ungrateful, no-oh
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad (rise up, rise up) Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble Help, Father God
Whoa, my God It look like the whole world done yah gone mad The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen Help, Father God
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