Stand A Chance/and You Be Loved Lyrics - Halfway Tree - Damian "junior Gong" Marley

Where there's, more hungry mouths 

Than food to eat 

It's where the homeless 

Roam the street 

Where broken glass 

And broken dreams 

Are shattered and scattered 

Amongst debris 

Sufferation wrath 

And still they laugh 

And dream of a mansion 

Above the half 

No one to speak 

Upon there behalf 

Now tell me do they stand a chance? 

Where there's, more food 

Than mouths to feed 

Where you find those who 

Claim to lead 

Because of all their personal greed 

They always want more than they need 

They don't help those 

Below the half 

Instead they stand aside and laugh 

As if it's all we'll ever ask 

When will they make a change? 

CHORUS (Yami Bolo) 

Children lift your heads 

To the one 

Who create the sun 

My children 

And your light will come shinning again 

Show the world 

Jah love is okay 

When we rise and greet the sun 

Lets give him thanks and praise 

VERSE 

Illegal guns 

They roam the night 

In hungry hands 

Waiting to bite 

The first sign of 

Any food in sight 

Youths in the dark 

Searching for light 

Hard time they face 

Is not a choice 

Police curfew 

Is no surprise 

And with no one 

To be there voice 

Do they stand a chance? 

Where there's, more hungry mouths 

Then food to eat 

Where you find those who 

Claim to lead 

Because of all there personal greed 

They always want more than they need 

They don't help those 

Below the Ave 

Instead they stand aside and laugh 

As if it's all we'll ever ask 

When will they make a change? 

VERSE 

Its like a punk never check 

Or dem did forget 

Say a death 

We nature naughty 

Ah true mi go born uptown 

Tell dem fools don't cross me 

That's only where Cindy brought me 

And that's why they can't impress me 

With no boasty car 

Me know dat ah kill dem softly 

And then they're not 

Really even who they think they are 

They're not really moving crafty 

Mi get fi understand 

Say them plan dem faulty 

Well nuff a dem a twenty 

And favor forty 

Filthy rich big belly 

And hearty 

Di real Gideon will 

Be arriving shortly 

Rasta nuh beat Binghi 

Drum we claatt it 

We live longer 

Cause we food nuh salty 

We grow stronger 

And dem can't assault we 

So haile Rastafari love 

And exhalt it