PURE WATER

Ya Young boy in the 042 deh pon the roadside like a local yute SandalS on my soles no shoes No food in my stomach o boy, so the yute weren't brute n brollic o boy Ain't too ironic o boy Little Knucks thought fast like sonic o boy Dying of thirst couldn't buy no water Till I looked up n saw a girl selling a load on her head standing by one corner And she told me its yours Sutten just seemed so clear when I saw her Its like I'd known her before Fallen in shoes No food in my stomach o boy, so the yute won't brute n brollic o boy