| Although we feel like wi living in hell,
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| Try keep a smile like wi living is well,
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| But fi tell you di truth,
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| Bigger heads a deal with the youths like we live in Isreal.
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| Pure innocent youths dying roun' here,
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| Only see the politicians every four year,
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| All dem want a wi vote,
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| But from dem get wi support, dem really don’t care.
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| Mi seh di youths dem a feel it,
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| Yeah di youths dem a feel it,
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| but true wi always a smile,
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| but deep inside…
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| I Cry,
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| No tears in my eyes,
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| but believe me mi heart cry,
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| Fi di youth in di street,
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| No where fi dem sleep…
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| I Cry
|
| No tears in my eyes,
|
| but believe me mi heart cry,
|
| Ghetto living it nuh sweet,
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| yet still wi affi dweet.
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| Still a step inna di street,
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| Still a tough it out,
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| Still a hustle everyday,
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| Still a thug it out
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| If me wake without food mi a go without,
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| Nuff man crumble under pressure cant hol' it out,
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| Mi mada tell mi from mi born seh mi nuffi vote,
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| all mi get a heineken a box a curry goat,
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| Drop a jail nuh MP nah let you out,
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| But dem quick fi gi' you gun and quick fi sell you out.
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| Mi seh di youths dem a feel it,
|
| Yeah di youths dem a feel it,
|
| but true wi always a smile,
|
| but deep inside…
|
| I Cry,
|
| No tears in my eyes,
|
| but believe me mi heart cry,
|
| Fi di youth in di street,
|
| No where fi dem sleep…
|
| I Cry
|
| No tears in my eyes,
|
| but believe me mi heart cry,
|
| Ghetto living it nuh sweet,
|
| yet still wi affi dweet.
|
| Although we feel like wi living in hell,
|
| Try keep a smile like wi living is well,
|
| But fi tell you di truth,
|
| Bigger heads a deal with the youths like we live in Isreal.
|
| Pure innocent youths dying roun' here,
|
| Only see the politicians every four year,
|
| All dem want a wi vote,
|
| But from dem get wi support, dem really don’t care.
|
| Mi seh di youths dem a feel it,
|
| Yeah di youths dem a feel it,
|
| but true wi always a smile,
|
| but deep inside…
|
| I Cry,
|
| No tears in my eyes,
|
| but believe me mi heart cry,
|
| Fi di youth in di street,
|
| No where fi dem sleep…
|
| I Cry
|
| No tears in my eyes,
|
| but believe me mi heart cry,
|
| Ghetto living it nuh sweet,
|
| yet still wi affi dweet. |