My God - Bracket

Ghetto youths, unuh haffi get fit up Do a lot of push-up and sit-up And... nuff of dem waan see you drop Pon your face, dem waan you fi trip up But... I don't fear dem... Oh no I don't hear dem I don't hear... Baby G, Me nah stop shame dem Hit song, nah stop play dem Millions haffi go inna me savings Dem just a work in vain cause My God nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher My God nah make me suffer Nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah My God nah make me suffer Me born poor But me nah dead poor Tru the signs of me lifetime A sumting weh me can't ignore And the place weh me come from St Thomas, Portmore Nuff yutes haffi tek on the road From dem inna kaki cloths Evil heart can't hurt we Evil man can't win Evil heart can't hurt we Ask Vanpersie My God nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher My God nah make me suffer Nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah My God nah make me suffer Big up St Thomas, Portland Unno know me a star from day one From happy grove man a write up bare song Nuff a dem nuh consider fi build one Me lock the world now, anuh just Cayman Waterford, Naggo Head man, Braeton Water-house, Maxfield and Plain-land Nuh fear daemon nor satan Still me haffi buy a Benz fi me little bredda Nathan Father Shag and Jewel a celebrate and And dem say Popcaan a great man Enemies can't tear pon me cauz My God nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher My God nah make me suffer Nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah My God nah make me suffer Unruly, God is with me Anywhere I go Jah is with me Jah is with me Anywhere we go My God nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher My God nah make me suffer Nah make me suffer My God nah make me suffer Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah My God nah make me suffer Ghetto youths, unuh haffi get fit up Do a lot of push-up and sit-up And... nuff of dem waan see you drop Pon your face, dem waan you fi trip up But... I don't fear dem... Oh no I don't hear dem I don't hear...

I'm very silent I'm very silent, got my back to the wall I keep my mouth shut, hardly breathing at all The biggest officer that you've ever seen Mean as the devil and he's looking for me Oh God knows my name Papa always told me that, oh God knows my name My friends and I, we had a little fun Ain't much to it, still I'm on the run The biggest officer that you've ever seen Yes, I can tell you, now he's looking for me Oh God knows my name Papa always told me that, oh God knows my name I got some friends and we were fooling around I got some friends that I don't wanna let down Hey look at me, I know I've done wrong Now can I push it just a little more Now can I push it just a little bit more I keep silent with my back to the wall I keep my mouth shut, hardly breathing at all Out there someone's wondering where I might be There's many of them, but they won't catch me Oh God knows my name Papa always told me that, oh God knows my name Papa always told me that, oh God knows my name