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Buju Banton
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Circumstances
Circumstances made me what I am Was I born a violent man? Circumstances made me what I am Everyone should understand
Circumstances made me what I am Was I born a violent man? Circumstances made me what I am Everyone should know
May sound strange, might sound foolish But things ain't getting better Everyday another fall victim to the bretter Why is there so much violence?
Killing we one another, let us learn to live And let that light shine brighter Bad influence through influence The youth dem get slaughter
As bad as badman use to be Dem respect di father Is like no eyes no realize seh
Times get harder Mi talk all night with all my might But still is laughter
Circumstances made me what I am Was I born a violent man? Circumstances made me what I am And everyone should know
Him say, when I try to cope Tell myself there is hope It seems like the biggest joke Eh, eh
And as I put down the gun Still dollars must run All now employment can't come Have mi a jam and a cool
Want go back in a school The system lick mi There's no hope for those Who have not from the slum
Take di little much we have Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Still hunting we down I beg unu show some love Unu will get back, he replied
Circumstances made me what I am Was I born a violent man? Circumstances made me what I am And everyone should know
Well a no little cry Mama cry, papa cry too She warn the bwoy with all heart And that couldn't do
Now dem find him dead With a Smith and Wesson Six weeks and change Now mi hear him missing
Why so much violence? Too much violence It hurts my soul And I won't keep silent
Circumstances made me what I am That was his reply I cry Circumstances made me what I am Everyone should know
May sound strange, might sound foolish But things ain't getting better Everyday another fall victim to the beretter Why is there so much violence
Killing we one another, let us learn to live And let that light shine brighter Bad influence through influence The youth dem get slaughter
As bad as badman use to be Dem respect di father Is like no eyes no realize seh
Times get harder Mi talk all night with all my might But still is laughter
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