These Are the Days

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh Yeah, gotta stay conscious Huh Ahh DASECA Yo, gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up [Verse 1] These are the fucking days When di gyal dem in dem teens have di fucking aids Nuff yute nuh have degrees but dem have di grades Picture this and try fi see it with yuh fucking ears Ahh These are the fucking times When yuh sneakers ain't yuh only nines Some weh call pon Jesus, a dem commit the crimes Nuff illiterate and still a read between the lines Ahh Those are the fucking dudes Claim dem a yuh friend and want yuh fucking food Then some of dem a rob, while some of dem rape While some of dem kill, while some of dem shoot It's like we need a rated R pon the fucking news [Verse 2] These are the fucking days When yuh cyan trust police wid dem dutty ways Juveniles a run di streets wid the fucking K's Yo, you cyan even rest in peace in yuh fucking grave Ahh Every day a di same shit Different gyal, same dick Different flow, same spit Different drugs, same ship Same Busy, different hits With different messages reaching out to everyone in all different communities Ahh Yeah, these are the fucking things That make a fucking DJ wanna fucking sing Mi cyan believe the baby mother dash the pickney in the thing we're pissing in Baby father beat her wid the thing weh glistening, yuh listening? [Verse 3] These are the fucking days you haffi hustle in the street like a fucking slave Then di boss a work the least get the fucking raise You nuh see seh di leaders fi step up the pace? Ahh Listen to these fucking facts Who nuh have a Smith & Wesson have a fucking Glock Copper whistle, somebody missin' when you hear it stop Another mother bawl while she suffer the loss Ahh Welcome to these fucking streets Chalk line, white sheet, regular we see it Di less fortunate get treated like some refugees But don't get fed up, keep ya head up, stay on yuh feet Ahh Right now, we're at a fucking stage This day and age, it's like we're locked up inna fucking cage A mi a tell you seh, di system need fi rearrange It's kinda strange Mi waan fi buy a Range, but di price out of my range Ahh Watch the fucking way you move Killers in the street always got something to prove Watch yuh step, you better watch the fucking road you choose careful how you live yuh life 'cause dem will out yuh fuse Ahh In these days at the airport dem waan you tek off belt, kick off Airforce Dem tek 'way yuh cologne, roll-on, toothpaste, wha' dem hear 'bout? Mi feel mi woulda pull mi fucking hair out Ahh [Verse 4] These are the fucking days When you haffi sing seh, "These Are The Fucking Days" Yo, mi cyan believe seh, these are the fucking days While mi sing, DASECA, please play the fucking phrase [Outro] Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up Stay focused, gotta keep your head up Gotta keep my head up Stay strong, yeah DASECA Busy Ahh