Thatís On You (Owna Dirt)

Midnite

Hmm yeah
See yo deh yeah
Of clarity and severance pay yeah
This is what the Ible say yeah
Someone will have to pay yeah
Well, what about the innocent blood? yeah
Blood that dem shed every day yeah
Someone will have to pay
Someone will have to pay

See dem falling, see dem falling
I feel no way, they say Iím heartless
I canít feel sorrow for no wicked man
For your own deeds created your sinking sand
Canít chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

Thatís on you
Thatís on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
Thatís on you
Thatís on you, your owna dirt catch up with you hmm hmm yeah

Joyful joyful sentence the sons of the pit
No botha come sentimental with it
Thatís dem votiní fraternity
Betrayal price upon discovery
hail man ya canít grant dem no leniency
Not with dem nuclear creation habit aye aye hmm hmm yeah

See dem falling, see dem falling
I feel no way, dey say Iím heartless
I canít feel sorrow for no wicked man
For you own deeds created your sinking sand
Canít chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

Thatís on you
Thatís on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
Thatís on you
Thatís on you, your owna dirt catch up with you

Sometimes to be sympathetic
to the imbalance is to sink the boat
Independence of a resourceless state
is unrealistic by needs
to present date, superpower is colonate
Feeding off Africa in all their Ivine and Sun Center
The de-population courtroom is their tool
The de-population courtroom is their tool aye
As them
Whitewash walls on sepulcher
See dem falling, see dem falling
I feel no way, they say Iím heartless
I canít feel no sorrow for no wicked man
For you own deeds created your sinking sand
Canít chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

Thatís on you
Thatís on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
Thatís on you
Thatíts on you, your owna dirt catch up with you

Joyful joyful sentence the sons of the pit
No botha come try sentimental with it
That is their votiní fraternity
Betrayal price pan discovery
hail man ya canít grant them no leniency
Not with dem nuclear creation habit

See dem falling, falling
I feel no way, dem say Iím heartless
I canít feel no sorrow for no wicked man
Your own deeds created your sinking sand
Canít chuck him no rope to save his skin
For the sail on his boat there will be no wind
For his getaway car there will be no engine
For his pendulum there is a backward swing

Thatís on you,
Thatís on you, well your owna dirt catch up with you
And thatís on you
And thatís on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
Well thatís on you
Well thatís on you