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It Bun Me Lyrics – Shaggy

Respect is going on tonight aspect

Ward a man in a prison for all the a reason

Can’t judge a man before you walk a mile inna him shoes

Shags man say so

Watch this

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

It bun me, another black man in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

Hurt me fi see mi little brother in a jail

A 25 years to life and 50 million dollar bill

Many time trying to escape and many times fail

And eat him bread that is stale and get him lick with gippo

Now the tracks are in tears, the boy face look pale

Man them beat him with the baton, read him personal mail

Him could a graduate Harvard and graduate Yale

But him muma have rebut it ’cause she know her son fail

It bun me fi see mi brother in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

It bun me, another black man in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

Before you

Commit the crime make sure you can do the time

No bother pair with no idiot ’cause them we drop dime

Bank book have fi find in case you’re off and bare the find

‘Cause they will lock you in a prison

Away from mankind

Everyday you bark your face when you have no gal fi grain

Inna one big, dotty parlour catch up and you’re behind

It bun me fi see mi little brethrin in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

It bun me, another black man in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

Jamaica a the land of wood and water

The wood might a free but you have fi pay fi water

Everytime light go down they use the wood make fire

Ressources use up the country

Hand up and shout

Another man lick, yell help, we neither see or go

They here beat, be and bib well none of them no better

Right a now we want a new brand prime minister

We want a little ghetto youth with some bright idea

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

It bun me, another black man in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

Youths and youths hitch up on the corner

Better you be a hustler than to be a smuggler

If you is a smuggler you ’bout go kill all danger

Better you sell some stockist, cough up all gleaner

If you is a smuggler you carry a revolver

You either behind the bar or six foot under

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

It bun me, another black man in a jail

Bun me fi see mi brethrin behind the rail

Bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail

A 25 years to life and 50 million dollar bill

Many time trying to escape and many times fail(ME)

Eat him bread that is stale and get him lick with gippo

The tracks are in tears, the boy face look pale

Them beat him with the baton, read him personal mail

Him could a graduate Harvard, graduate Yale

Him muma have rebut it ’cause she know her son fail

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

It bun me, another black man in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

Jamaica a the land of wood and water

Wood might a free but you have fi pay fi water

Everytime light go down they use the wood make fire

Resources use up the country

Hand up and shout

Another man lick, yell help, we neither see or go

They here beat, be and bib well none of them no better

Right a now we want a new brand prime minister

Want a little ghetto-youth with some bright idea

Want fi make the ghetto-people them start prosper

Want fi make the ghetto-people them start live better

Come take it from Shaggy deh round mike a lecture

Put your hand inna the air and read the Holy Script

Chaka

‘Cause it bun me fi see mi brethrin in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

It bun me, another black man in a jail

Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail

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