Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inna Di Ghetto , by - Randy Valentine. Song from the album Break the Chain, in the genre РеггиRelease date: 01.05.2014
Record label: Hemp higher
Song language: English
Inna Di Ghetto |
| People mek me tell you my story |
| About the place weh me come from JA yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Aye |
| Everybody waan the high life |
| 'cause you cyaan find comfort inna sufferation |
| Poor people walking on a fine line |
| And the bigger heads ain’t offering no donation |
| I can see it from my bird’s eye |
| That what dem feel inna dem heart |
| Is not what they show |
| When you see dem is a bright smile |
| A couple more false promises, the pain won’t go |
| Likkle girl living on the corner |
| A likkle youth wish him coulda mek bread out a stone |
| A killer is a figure for a father |
| Robbing is all they see, so that’s all they know |
| S.O.S. |
| this is a code red |
| Gimme a one way ticket to the foundation |
| Before the days of the stone age |
| When we were kings and queens singing sacred songs |
| Inna the gutter you can find us |
| Struggle is a must, every family haffi sign up |
| Daddy inna rush fi pay the bills before dem pile up |
| Mama blow wood fire bun off her eyelash |
| We living inna minus, cry until a eye bust |
| Living in the ghetto mek it hard fi stay righteous |
| It cuts like a razor when food price raise up |
| Government is just another excuse for failure |
| I feel so bless when I wake and see the sunshine |
| Nuff man no lucky dem so lose it to gun crime |
| This is nothing new, they be killing us from long time |
| It feels like dem only hire police fi hunt I down |
| And then they wonder why we have a gun in hand |
| Bills haffi pay, weh we a go get the money from |
| Lord, me no speak fi every Jamaican |
| But a so we stay weh me come from |
| Hook |
| Inna the ghetto, yeah, yeah |
| Inna the ghetto |
| Inna the ghetto |
| Inna, inna, inna the ghetto, yeah, yeah, oh |
| Growing up as a likkle child |
| Me used to play with tire no Playstation |
| Daddy said there would be better days |
| But I can see it in his eyes, pure frustration |
| Still he remain as a soldier |
| Him say son remember this when you get older |
| Life is a vehicle, you a the chauffeur |
| And you nah go reach no weh if you no know Jah, eh |
| I say a prayer for the progress |
| And give thanks for the little that you have receive |
| There is no time to be hopeless |
| Come mek we build we own government and rise as a team |
| 'Cause dem no know what it’s like fi wake up inna night |
| And a cry 'cause your baby no feed |
| And then at the same time |
| Your belly a bite you, 'cause you no nyam from last week |
| Dem ask me how me lose me humbleness |
| My reply is I’m tired a the hungriness |
| Even the preacher get vex, with Jesus |
| A scream through the speaker say wah kind a fuckery this |
| Oh no, no, no |
| I don’t speak for every Jamaican, no |
| But a so we stay weh me come from |
| Hook |
| Inna the ghetto |
| Inna the ghetto |
| Inna the ghetto |
| Inna, inna, inna the ghetto, eh hey |