Macka B - Put Down The Gun - Lyrics
If life is for living, (oh Jah Jah)
Then why man a kill so? (better come quick)
Macka B and Horace Andy want to know,
To much momma in a sorrow,
Them son no see tomorrow. (oh Jah Jah)
oohhhh,
(If life is for living, then why man a kill so? kill so)
I would like to know,
(If life is for living, then why man a die so? Die so)
Say you no know,
When your time a go come,
So you fi put down the gun,
Cuz one day you a go meet your maker,
You know it no right to take another ones life,
Me bal,
What you gonna say to di Father?
As me talk another one get killed,
Another likkle youth man skin get drilled,
Too much skull a bore,
And too much blood a spill,
Say man we all kill you fi ya 20 dollar bill,
Chill!
(Too much bullets a fly in spectators, they can be found.)
Them gone missing!
(If life is for living, then why man a kill so? Kill so.)
(If life is for living, then why man a die so? Die so.)
Say you no know,
When your time come,
So you fi put down the gun,
Cuz one day you gonna meet your maker,
You know it no right to take another ones life,
Me bal,
Say what you gonna say to di Father?
They still a make the barrel,
And they still a make the bullet,
Them still a make the trigger,
And the man them a pull it,
They still a make the one pump and the automatic,
Them still a make the glock with the red light 'pon it,
They still a make the detinator,
Them still a make the bomb,
They still make the gun an' the ammunition,
They still a make the money from selling weapon,
A jus' blood, blood, blood money debt 'pon the man,
(If life is for living, then why man a kill so? Kill so.)
Only Sellassie know!
(If life is for living, then why man a die so? Die so.)
(Hear me now)
(If life is for living, then why man a kill so? Kill so.)
I would like to know,
(If life is for living, then why man a die so? Die so.)
Say you no know,
When your time a go come,
So you fi put down di gun,
Cuz one day you a go meet your maker,
You know it no right to take another ones life,
Me bal,
Say what you gonna say to di Father?
Your alright now but what about later?
What about the time you got to meet the creator?
You would a feel safer,
Of his terminator,
You never do Jah works,
So you feel like a traitor,
Can't chat to God bout how much man you murder,
Sellassie tell you stop bwoy,
No body go no further,
You knocked the wrong door,
You phoned the wrong number,
You shoulda took a left,
Then a right,
Then go down the escalator,
You get lost,
You follow Hitler,
Your time a go come,
So you fi put down the gun,
Cuz one day you a go meet your maker,
You know it no right to take another one life,
Me bal,
Say what you gonna say to di Father?
(Die so, Kill so. x5)
(Die so).
***(writing in brackets () is sung by Horace Andy)***
Full Translation by Martie"