Slow Singing

Ready up enuh Stephen
Tek dem to a next level a evil
Hahahahaha
Ayyyy
Dead dem dead

Its gonna be
Slow singing, flowers bringing
Marrow fly like pigeon, in the evening
Bawl mama bawl woii

Mama
Hey mama buy a wreath for Yuh son
Cause he fuck around, now he gon die by my gun
I know yuh, know yuh gonna cry when you come
When yuh see him body lying on the ground

Gunshot fly through face, tear him skin like curtain
See a mumma cryin cause yuh leave har inna burden
Bwoy life erase, tomorrow it nuh certain
Him inform pon mi don and mek him dead behind di iron curtain
Dem seh war, mi step in, and tek it over
Bwoy face mash up funeral day dem haffi mek it over
Di SK stick to me, its like dem mek it pon mi shoulder
And mi buss in inna di square or offa di patroller

Dem bwoy deh nuh bad dem have a bagga dream
Police full di scheme, di tugs dem empty di magazine
Nuh baby inna di bag a fi him
A tell man bout stab, gunshot fly thru di bwoy gabardine

Yuh wanna, die fast or die slow
My .44 mek yuh didn't breed yuh gyal, so yuh kids didn't born to grow
You know, were heartless killers
Gunshot mash up to yuh toe
Di gully side thats how yuh know
They said im evil
David Constantine
And dem cyaa manage my war
No sah not in these constant times
Gunshot fly thru dem dutty mind
Dem diss [?], alright Cubans, rise up di dutty .9

Hahahaha
Ayyyy
Dead dem dead