| Mi cyaan wait till poverty done
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| Mi tired a the gun
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| Bay shot a fire an the ghetto youths blood a run
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| Hi dark in a the day when wi a go get the sun
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| Ghetto youths just pray better day shall come
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| No more remand hunts day done
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| Bring it back to when Mandela dem a stadium
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| The youths dem no happy dem no have no play ground
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| But how dem fi play weh dead man a lay down
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| An thr bigger heads naw walk through the ghetto dem
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| Pore a get poorer cause the taxis a pressure dem
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| Dem waan wi vote seh dem a go make it better when
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| It come like poor people dem in a more dept again
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| This a no threat wi a sent
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| So live on… live on… live on
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| Ghetto youth
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| Live on… live on… live on
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| So live on… live on… live on
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| When another gone yes another one born
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| So live on… live on… live on
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| Live on… live on… live on
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| Live on… live on… live on
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| Mi seh after a storm yeh it must be a calm
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| Dem seh Jamaica bruk like dog people
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| When dem have the most X5 X6 vehicles
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| That’s why the ghetto youths dem start pree evil
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| But no no box a vanity unu no need to
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| No mi a beg you please stop the violence
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| Ghetto youths put the dogs dem pon silent
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| Pon a tin straw poor people a hold on
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| Ghetto youths wa the pot pon fire fi put on
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| So where there’s a will then it must be a way
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| Why turn to violence when you can pray
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| Lef dem to time that mi granny would say
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| A to the bigger heads dem have a bless day |