Letra da Música Fire de Bezegol

Reggae man but white,
Fire in the vein,
Smoking up me ganja come to drive you all insane,
Oporto City, two thousand and three,
Taking out control and we ain't asking nobody!



Living me life as tough as can be, (Hey!)
facing everyday me poor reality, (Hey!)
Having to struggle in the last of the CE, (Hey!)
To make this record I have to pay the money, (Hey!)

I don't know why but sometimes it comes at me, (Hey!)
A certain feeling of criminality, (Hey!)
Dont like police and police don't like me, (Hey!)
Just because me smoke and know me posse. (Hey!)

Me asking for no trouble me just want peace, (Hey!)
But once in my direction be ready for this, (Hey!)
You run, you run, you run, you run until you stop, (Hey!)
Because you just got old or because you got shot. (Hey!)

Among the living dead is no place I want to be, (Hey!)
No pacts with the Devil because my soul is free, (Hey!)
My seed to grow, helps me keep me head straight, (Hey!)
A bell up in the conscience let me know I cant be late.

Reggae man but white,
Fire in the vein,
Smoking up me ganja come to drive you all insane,
Oporto City, two thousand and three,
Taking out control and we ain't asking nobody!
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