(feat. Scarface & Rah Digga)
  
  (Wyclef)
  Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now
  He said, I was born a crack baby
  In a plastic bag in the alley
  Raised in a foster home
  With no mother to love and I never knew my papi
  Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin
  Used to sing don't worry, be happy
  Lord how can I be happy
  When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
  
  (Wyclef)
  We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
  The only thing I fear is the after life
  Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
  But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
  
  (Wyclef)
  Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers
  Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher
  The teacher let them know that it ain't all good
  Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now
  All you red now, all you blue now
  All you yellow now, follow me now
  To that place of righteousness
  Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said
  
  (Wyclef)
  We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
  The only thing I fear is the after life
  Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
  But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
  
  (Wyclef)
  In my father's kingdom there are many mansions
  All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection
  I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham
  Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man
  
  (Scarface)
  I've been kicked, I've been stabbed
  I've been shot, I've been ? by a
  Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
  It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
  Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back
  My mind playing tricks ?, to really ?
  Me out in five unless I take another hit
  I done seen the sun set on the other side of town
  Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down
  ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying
  Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying
  For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while
  And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child
  While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan
  In this cold dark world with no patience
  We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing
  The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
  
  (Wyclef)
  We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
  The only thing I fear is the after life
  Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
  But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
  
  (Rah Digga)
  Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing
  The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation
  Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements
  No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements
  Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor
  Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh
  Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets
  Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it
  Metal detectors replace music classes
  Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
  The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose
  Reality TV be reality for who
  I don't question what the Lord found in me
  I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries
  Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us
  Now we got SARS, how many will there be left of us
  
  (Wyclef)
  We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
  The only thing I fear is the after life
  Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
  But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
  
czwartek, 7 czerwca 2012
Wyclef Jean - Next Generation tekst piosenki
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