El reggae es un género musical originario de la isla de Jamaica, inspirado en otros dos géneros antecesores: el ska y el rocksteady, y cuya primera aparición se remonta hacia los finales de la década del sesenta del siglo pasado. Género musical originario de la Isla de Jamaica y que nace en los años sesenta En tanto, la principal característica que distingue a este estilo musical es su ritmo parsimonioso, repetitivo y sumamente sencillo.
Damian Marley (nacido el 21 de julio de 1978 en Kingston, Jamaica), artista de reggae, es el hijo pequeño de Bob Marley, y el único hijo del matrimonio entre Bob y Cindy Breakspeare, Miss Mundo de 1976. Su apodo es Junior Gong, derivación del de su padre, Tuff Gong. Damian ha estado actuando desde los 13 años. Comparte con la mayor parte de la familia Marley una larga carrera musical. A diferencia de sus hermanos y hermanas, su especialidad musical es, sin embargo, el "deejaying", un estilo jamaicano de rap al que algunos consideran un antecesor del hip hop moderno.
Como su padre antes que él y el resto de la familia Marley, es un rastafari y su música refleja tanto sus creencias como los principios dirigentes rastafaris de un amor, un planeta, y la libertad para todo. A pesar de que se pasa la mayor parte del año viajando, reside en Kingston, Miami Florida.
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Most of di don dem deh inna handcuffs
And most of di youth dem a all turn dancers
Policeman weh shoot you, a leave you unconscious
Garrisons been losing sponsor
Cah most politician flake out like dandruff
Now court indictment a spread like cancers
And even the baby a tun inna monster
Road hot, Kingfish do want answers
Rollin up in unmarked kingfish and lancers
A patrol increase due to circumstances
This year mi hear di man a not keep champions
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Don't trust even your close companions
Mi heard of armagideon deep like canyons
So all the criminals at large
Or criminal weh large
Ah rob di country blind and di corruption camouflage
And if the streets could Eva talk
What's really going on
Whole heap a people would be wanted
So all the criminals at large
Or criminal weh large
Ah rob di country blind and di corruption camouflage
And if the streets could Eva talk
What's really going on
Whole heap a people would be wanted
Check it
Things just ain't the same for hustlers
Informers and busters living amongst us
Now every man face deh pon posters
Cyan trust people who are the closest
Hey squaddy you've been losing focus
To protect and serve cah you more provoke us
You lock off the dance when you should support us
Reggae entrepreneur dancehall promoters
Things happen for the strangest reasons
Most of the artist cyan get Visas
And now time tuffa dan Tamarind season
Dem nah reap nuh corna and di fowl waan feeding
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Don't trust even your close companions
Mi heard of armagideon deep like canyons
So all the criminals at large
Or criminal weh large
Ah rob di country blind and di corruption camouflage
And if the streets could Eva talk
What's really going on
Whole heap a people would be wanted
So all the criminals at large
Or criminal weh large
Ah rob di country blind and di corruption camouflage
And if the streets could Eva talk
What's really going on
Whole heap a people would be wanted
Check it hey
The whole country a strap you blame us
Now that the violence get outrageous
For minimum wages some young teenagers
Cyar 12 gauges and waan be famous
Don't do a politician favours
They comin all size colour, shapes and flavours
And dem introduce to violent behaviours
And push come to shove not even dem can save us
Watch di outcome how all these capers
Dem sell more pages in more newspapers
You read dem and burn dem dem turn to vipers
Meanwhile di youths dem locked in cages
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Don't trust even your close companions
Mi heard of armagideon deep like canyons
So all the criminals at large
Or criminal weh large
Ah rob di country blind and di corruption camouflage
And if the streets could Eva talk
What's really going on
Whole heap a people would be wanted
So all the criminals at large
Or criminal weh large
Ah rob di country blind and di corruption camouflage
And if the streets could Eva talk
What's really going on
Whole heap a people would be wanted