Lutan Fyah - Snares of Death

Come and make them evil of strife
Step away from them snares of death
Tell them long gonna suffocate
The serpent wait patiently for his prey to come
When him land him attack there's no place to run
Stress, pain and anguish are the days to come
Blood like a runner
A politician's his asset are crazy bombs
All they do is give the ghetto youths blazing guns
Curfews, meetings and shutdown
No one knows