| Even though it’s hard
|
| It gets rough
|
| Looking out mi life I’ve been through so much stuff
|
| A million times mi could a runaway
|
| But mi stand firm
|
| Because mi know seh mi must make it one day
|
| Nuff people playa hate
|
| The devil and him friends dem a try test mi faith
|
| And a million times mi could a runaway
|
| Like a plane pon di runway
|
| They say I never make it
|
| But on the road mi coulda turn mi never take it
|
| It was so easy to be a drug dealer (Jah know)
|
| Peer pressure coulda turn mi inna killer
|
| Gappy dem fool nuh get you down
|
| Mi stand up pon solid grund
|
| As a ghetto youth from Kingston town
|
| Words dem a fling out a road coulda break my bone
|
| Mi know dem from in di first round
|
| When push come to shove mi nuh sell out
|
| Sometime mi feel like mi locked up and mi wan fi get di hell out
|
| True badmind a gwan mi have some fake friend fell out
|
| When problems arise dem a dip out
|
| But true, me purer than the water dem a drink
|
| I’m nothing false, I know when dem I?
|
| And I go make dem never push me over the brink
|
| For me foresee the things dem a think
|
| I was born as a Ranks
|
| Grow up as a Ranks
|
| Like the great Delly Ranx so mi have fi give thanks
|
| Mi a shine like a star dem see mi from a distance
|
| Oo when badmind a chat mi, mi nuh response
|
| I was born as a Ranks
|
| Raised as a Ranks
|
| Like the great Shabba Ranks, Gappy Ranks, Cutty Ranks
|
| Badmind keep yuh distance
|
| The hypocrite people they need no response |