Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Album: THE PREACHER'S SON

Next Generation Lyrics

(feat. Rah Digga, Scarface)

 [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 stars, 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