Protection

Protoje

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    A word unto the wise is enough
    You can look but don't touch
    My relations and such
    'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
    Every king has his throne
    And if you enter my zone
    I vow to protect my own
    Protect my own
    I will protect my own
    Protect my own

    Bread basket from birth to the casket
    I heard they been talkin' some words I look past it
    I was brought up and taught of the tactics
    And learned that the Lion nuh turn when dog barkin'
    Watch who you burn
    Who you spark with
    And you haffi go earn if you want it
    So we nuh concern with who hawking
    When dem spit can't reach where we walking
    Enemies in disguise wanna see my demise
    Dem don't even realize Jah no wrong dem
    'Cause a see that in life you achieve something nice
    But achieve something twice is a problem
    Then you can imagine what I face
    Two up in the hand and another on the way
    Plus I have another in the brain
    And every other one a put the other one to shame

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    A word unto the wise is enough
    You can look but don't touch
    My reparations and such
    'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
    Every king has his throne
    And if you enter my zone
    I vow to protect my own
    Protect my own
    I will protect my own
    Protect my own

    Kick it
    Sharp like the thorn crown 'pon Christ head
    But you know the flow hard doe like slice bread
    Lyrics melt the butter fi mek a nice spread
    But a nuh margarine a pull the margin een
    Then stretch the margin out
    And if you marching out
    And you inna a doubt
    You march without me
    I rather march alone
    Than fi march back home
    Tell me queen say me lost the throne
    No, this was built on the power of the truth
    Discovering the cowards and empowering the youths
    If you give dem a minute dem devouring the fruits
    And within an hour called it sour and chop the roots
    Unno see it?, nuh skill like Bibi 'pon me feet
    But drop me pon di riddim, watch the clarity weh speak
    And no parity between what we have and what we need
    So strength out the wise and protection for the meek

    A word unto the wise is enough
    You can look but don't touch
    My reparations and such
    'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
    Every king has his throne
    And if you enter my zone
    I vow to protect my own
    Protect my own
    I will protect my own
    Protect my own

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    Composición: Protoje, Phillip Nathaniel James y Mortimer George Mcpherson

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