The Days Songtext

von Busy Signal

Yea gotta stay conscious - huh - aaah
Gotta get my bread gotta keep my head up

These are the fucking days
When the gal dem in dem teens have the fucking aids
Nuff yute nuh have degrees but dem have the grades
Picture dis an' try fi see it with yuh fucking ears
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

Those are the fucking dudes
Claim dem a yuh friend and want yuh fucking food
Then some a dem a rob while some a dem rape
While some a dem kill while some a dem shoot
Is like we need a rated R pon the fucking news

These are the fucking days
When yuh caan trust police wid dem dutty ways
Juvenile a run the streets wid the fucking Ks
Yo yuh caan even rest in peace in yuh fucking grave

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

Yea These are the fucking things
That make a fucking DJ wanna fucking sing
Mi caan believe the babymother dash the pickney in the thing we pissing in
Babyfather beat har wid the thing wah glistening, yuh listening?

These are the fucking days yuh haffi hustle in the street like a fucking slave
Then the boss a work the least get the fucking raise
Yuh nuh si say di leaders need step up the pace
Listen to these fucking facts
Who nuh hav a Smith & Wesson hav a Glock
Coppa whistle, somebody missin' when you hear it stop
Anotha mother bawl while she suffer the loss

Welcome to these fucking streets
Chalk line, white sheet, regular we see it
Less fortunate get treated like some refugees
But don't get fed up keep ya head up stay on yuh feet

Right now we are at a fucking stage
This day and age is like we locked up inna fucking cage
A me a tell yuh seh di system need fi rearrange
It's kinda strange mi waan fi buy a Range but the price outta mi range

Watch the fucking way you move
Killers in the street always got something to prove
Watch yuh step yuh betta watch the fucking road yuh choose
Be careful how yuh live yuh life cah dem will out yuh fuse

These days at the airport
Dem waan yuh tek off belt, kick off Airforce
Dem tek weh cologne, roll-on, toothpaste weh dem care bout
Mi feel woulda pull mi fucking hair out

These are the fucking days
When yuh haffi sing seh "These Are The Fucking Days"
Yo mi caan believe seh these are the fucking days
While mi sing for da sake ya please play the fucking phrase

Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up
Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up
Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up
Stay focus gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep ma head up stay strong
Yea saviour
BUSSSSSSSSSSSYYYYYYY
GYea gotta stay conscious - huh - aaah
Gotta get my bread gotta keep my head up

These are the fucking days
When the gal dem in dem teens have the fucking aids
Nuff yute nuh have degrees but dem have the grades
Picture dis an' try fi see it with yuh fucking ears
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

Those are the fucking dudes
Claim dem a yuh friend and want yuh fucking food
Then some a dem a rob while some a dem rape
While some a dem kill while some a dem shoot
Is like we need a rated R pon the fucking news

These are the fucking days
When yuh caan trust police wid dem dutty ways
Juvenile a run the streets wid the fucking Ks
Yo yuh caan even rest in peace in yuh fucking grave

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

Yea These are the fucking things
That make a fucking DJ wanna fucking sing
Mi caan believe the babymother dash the pickney in the thing we pissing in
Babyfather beat har wid the thing wah glistening, yuh listening?

These are the fucking days yuh haffi hustle in the street like a fucking slave
Then the boss a work the least get the fucking raise
Yuh nuh si say di leaders need step up the pace
Listen to these fucking facts
Who nuh hav a Smith & Wesson hav a Glock
Coppa whistle, somebody missin' when you hear it stop
Anotha mother bawl while she suffer the loss

Welcome to these fucking streets
Chalk line, white sheet, regular we see it
Less fortunate get treated like some refugees
But don't get fed up keep ya head up stay on yuh feet

Right now we are at a fucking stage
This day and age is like we locked up inna fucking cage
A me a tell yuh seh di system need fi rearrange
It's kinda strange mi waan fi buy a Range but the price outta mi range

Watch the fucking way you move
Killers in the street always got something to prove
Watch yuh step yuh betta watch the fucking road yuh choose
Be careful how yuh live yuh life cah dem will out yuh fuse

These days at the airport
Dem waan yuh tek off belt, kick off Airforce
Dem tek weh cologne, roll-on, toothpaste weh dem care bout
Mi feel woulda pull mi fucking hair out

These are the fucking days
When yuh haffi sing seh "These Are The Fucking Days"
Yo mi caan believe seh these are the fucking days
While mi sing for da sake ya please play the fucking phrase

Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up
Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up
Gotta get ma bread gotta keep ma head up
Stay focus gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep ma head up stay strong
Yea saviour
BUSSSSSSSSSSSYYYYYYY