| Money cyaa buy life
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| Money cyaa buy health
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| Money cyaa buy respect
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| You haffi know real wealth
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| Nuff a dem fall because dme too hype
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| And dem waan pick the fruits and the fruits never ripe
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| God a you turn the day in a night
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| And a you fight all a mi fight
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| Man a run through struggle wid all a mi might
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| You nuh si a nothing wi a come from
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| Ghetto youth a one wi a count from
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| Yeah wi proud weh wi come from
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| And wi could a never watch dem assumption
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| Nothing nuh come easy
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| Wi fight fi everything
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| And yes I’ve seeing the rising and the fall of many king
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| So when mi wake up a Jah mi gi the glory
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| And mi survive the real ghetto story
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| Never meck rich life control mi
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| If mi fall heaven angels hold mi
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| Mi reminiscing pon the past time
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| Mi use to buy a slice a bread wid mi last dine
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| Bare foot a go a school when a class time
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| Never know mi would a be the man wid the boss dine
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| Mi drink yes, and mi floss mine
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| But mi never put mi hat weh it cyaa find
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| Mi dash a fire in a the last line
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| Cause am on the rock, the pinnacle dem cyaa find
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| You nuh si a nothing wi a come from
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| Ghetto youth a one wi a count from
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| Yeah wi proud weh wi come from
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| And wi could a never watch dem assumption |