.Everything dem miss dem run up dem mouth pon Natty Dead,
(Natty Dread)
Everything dem lose dem cuss and abuse Natty Dread,
(Natty Dread)
A pity dem no know wha go gwane when de right time come.
Try no fe learn dat Natty have fe slave fe what him earn,
Under the pressures.
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