First I was afraid
I was petrified
I never think I can not live with Them by my side
But I have spent so many nights
escaping from those crazy gusy
And i grew strong
I learned how to carry on
And so they're sad
because of rain
I just smile and wait for food
untill they remember I'm still alive
I just don't care about their mood
I just don't care if there isn't food
Just waiting for better times to come
And a Rasta Hero to rescue me
.....
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my squits to give
And I'll survive
I will survive
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