Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Gospel , by - VYBZ Kartel. Release date: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Gospel |
| Father Romi |
| Ghetto godfather |
| You know ghetto youths worldwide |
| Universal (the teacha) |
| Society (the teacha) |
| Forsake we (the teacha) |
| Dem nuh fell the pain we feel (the teacha) |
| The system (the teacha) |
| Nuh really care (the teacha) |
| If we live of we die |
| Laugh or we cry |
| If a sadness or joy |
| Wait, right before me, mi life a flash |
| The way time fly so fast mi nuh wear nuh watch |
| Mi youth wah guh school, me nuh have nuh cash |
| Mi insane like the madman weh search the trash |
| Hey |
| Mi black empress a sell the «snash» |
| The way how gogo club ram, nuh college match |
| Police deh pan ghetto youths like the bandage patch |
| A 4 months dem remand Jim fi the bag wid stash |
| Why? |
| Me haffi strap up every night so hard |
| Me wonda if death pretty cause life so hard |
| Eternity at hell a must my reward cah me a hustle |
| Fi me vehicle and must buy mi yaad |
| Me have the number 1 criminal record |
| A true jamaica people poor that’s why life tek hard |
| Every youth fi get a visa fi gwaan abroad |
| Cus we deh yah a suffer like a maga dog |
| I was born and raised in the ghetto |
| I was born and raised in the garrison |
| Nuff youths dead, more a suffer |
| Ghetto youths deserve better |
| Facts |
| Me decide seh me nah tun cruff |
| So we link Leign a big yaad and buy some stuff |
| Inna a bills and 50 bag me wrap dem up |
| The fuss day me touch the road feds lock me up |
| But wah |
| Me nah mek nuh bwoy me up |
| Me prefer hustle and rob fi dat — me buss |
| Mi nah bow fi drive nuh car, me prefer hop the bus |
| Cause a so ghetto youth fulla pride |
| Me poor but sell out life is not fi us |
| Dawg the strap mi fuss |
| Cause food haffi ever inna pot fi us |
| Anna road me touch, how the — fi rust |
| Me… love the youth dem so me teaching dem |
| But no, not the pastor wid the preaching dem |
| Me tell dem don’t rob nothing petty, |
| Rob sumn fi yuh rich, like Matalon and Lee Chin dem |
| I was born and raised in the ghetto |
| I was born and raised in the garrison |
| Nuff youths dead, more a suffer |
| Ghetto youths deserve better |
| Society, forsake we |
| Dem nuh fell the pain we feel |
| The system, nuh really care |
| If we live of we die |
| Nif a sadness or joy |
| I was born and raised in the ghetto |
| I was born and raised in the garrison |
| Nuff youths dead, more a suffer |
| Ghetto youths deserve better |