10:10 가사

Hey, Hold up, Listen to this... Whether you're a rude boy or a true hotshot, Whether you rock-steady or you punk rock, You must live it up with all that you've got. Bless. This is sydney, This is london, This is tokyo, This is los angeles. Rudy, don't care about the colour of your skin Rudy, don't care about the money that you spend Red, black or white, there is no colour to your soul Original, rude boy, control! It's all the same in the dancehall lots It's all the same in the typical spots Here in the city, don't step, get busy Young life cut short with the two gunshots It's 10:10 So, rudy, come home I need to see you Do you feel alone like i feel it too? Don't you be no saint, burn up in the sun Go walking away, Loaded like a gun. Rudy walked into the wrong place at the wrong time Knew he would not leave the building with his life See the wrong man, pull the trigger, then they go We'd call the cops but they move too slow We reminisce on the dancehall days Back on the streets not a thing has changed We keep fighting, still youths keep dying Drying tears under helicopter blades So, rudy, come home I need to see you Do you feel alone like i feel it too? Don't you be no saint, burn up in the sun Go walking away, Loaded like a gun. Yes, we must all clear our hearts Of the hatred and the prejudice And be done judging a man By the colour of his dress In amongst all the push and the pull The imbalance and the stress Is a basic humanity of from Which we shall never digress Confess... So, rudy, come home I need to see you Do you feel alone like i feel it too? Don't you be no saint, burn up in the sun Go walking away, Loaded like a gun.