Richie Stephens - World Gone Mad (ft. Alborosie & Gentleman)

- Richie Stephens (Gentleman & Alborosie):
This has got to be (Richie Stephens!)
Fulfilment of prophecy (Alborosie and Gentleman)
Some will do anything for money (watch yah now)
For the love of money (what is wrong with dem)
Oh gosh

- Richie Stephens (Gentleman):
Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad
Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil (let dem know)
And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble
Help, Father God

(What kind of world we living in?)
Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad (crazy)
The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison (insane)
Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen
Help, Father God

- Gentleman:
Oh, oh
Inna time like this, economical squeeze
And the people dem a bawl
Dem can't get no drop, so the youth dem erupt
Can't find no food at all
Every man have a gun and a run up and down
And a bloodshed in the streets
Policeman a come weh the walk cyaan done
'Cause the politics thing a dweet

- Richie Stephens:
Where are the leaders in times like these?
They're part of the problem, God help us please
Sings of the times, wickedness a increase
Save us from the belly of the beast

- Richie Stephens (Gentleman):
Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad
Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil
And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble
Help, Father God (deep down inna trouble)

Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad
The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison
Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen
Help, Father God

- Alborosie:
Yo, yo
Well, we a go mash dem down, we can't lose
Righteousness and niceness, we nah gone refuse it
We see our fan sound, sitten on sky nah no bruise
Ghetto youth full time fi tan up and choose, yo, yo

- Richie Stephens:
These are the realities that we face
With leechers and creatures all over the place
Children arrest and some living in hell
More wickedness than we can tell

- Richie Stephens (Gentleman):
Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad
Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil (what's happening?)
And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble
Help, Father God

Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad
The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison
Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen (rise up, rise up)
Help, Father God

- Gentleman:
Nuff man a sell off dem daugther fi sale
And a bring dem to the don
So the don do him thing and the money him bring
Put inna mama hand
Mama tell daughter fi shut up her mouth
No go a road go chat
Cah the clothes weh you got and the food inna pot
Him will come take it back

- Richie Stephens:
This love of money has taken control
Good morals, good values no longer the goal
People make choices so heartless and cold
For money they're selling their soul

- Alborosie:
Yo, yo
Dem illuminati, fast like Maserati
Time ruff fi we, dem try trick we like karachi
Ghetto youths, just be faithful, yo-oh
Never you be ungrateful, no-oh

- Richie Stephens (Gentleman):
Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad
The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison
Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen
Help, Father God

Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad (rise up, rise up)
Money dem a sell out dem soul to the devil
And that's why the whole wide world inna trouble
Help, Father God

Whoa, my God
It look like the whole world done yah gone mad
The youths dem a the future but dem pack up inna prison
Nuff deh dung a cemetery because dem never listen
Help, Father God

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