| Big up every ghetto youth weh a dig road rough
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| Rather yo wipe car glass or load bus
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| Taxi man meck yo money run robot
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| Coil haffi tick up in a mama hand fold up
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| Life nuh well but wi a meck it work
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| Ghetto youth, nuff a mi friend dem mi si gone in a dirt
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| No God, mi nuh waan si no more face pon T-Shirt
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| God know, and who feels it knows it hurt
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| And that’s why wi glad wi street smart
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| Jah know we nuh weak
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| Countless nights out a road wi a sleep
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| Still a give thanks although mi nuh see it
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| Mama hide and bwal nuh waan wi know shi a weep
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| Tek wi hand turn fashion when hungry a beat
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| Chicken back, turn cornmeal a dweet
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| Mi love fi si the unity when party a keep
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| Ghetto life meck mi know life sweet
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| Yuh si me
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| Mi a gwaan celebrate my life
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| You si me
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| Although nothing naw gwaan
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| Mi still alright
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| Dawg yuh si me, me, me, me, me
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| Yuh si me, me, me, me, me
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| Yuh si me
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| Mi a gwaan celebrate my life
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| Cause wi have one life to live
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| Live it up
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| Ghetto youths hold the faith
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| Better days a go come
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| Suh don’t give up
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| Mi know this suh me can tell you
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| This a nuh shop talk mi a sell you
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| Ghetto youths fi rich like Carmelo
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| Pocket nuh fi soft like marshmallow |