| Society forsake we
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| Dem no feel the pain wi feel
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| The system no really care
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| If wi live or wi die
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| Laugh or we cry
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| If a sad mi start try
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| Like the phone mi, mi life a flash
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| The way time fly so fast mi no wear no watch
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| Mi youth waan go school mi no have no cash
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| Mi insane like the mad man weh search the trash
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| Hey, mi black empress a sell punash
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| The way gogo club ram no collage match
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| Police dem pon the ghetto youth like bandage patch
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| A four month dem remanding fi the bag wid stash
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| Why mi haffi strap up every night so hard
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| Mi wonder if death pretty caw life suh hard
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| Eternity a hell a must my reward
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| Caw mi a hustle fi mi vehicle and must buy mi yard
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| Mi have the member one criminal record
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| A true Jamaica even pore a that’s why life tek hard
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| Every youth fi get a visa fi gwaan a yard
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| Cause wi deh yah suh a suffer like a maga dog
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| I was born and raise in the ghetto
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| Teacher was born and raise in the garrison
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| Nuff youths dead, more a suffer
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| Ghetto youths deserve better
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| Mi decide seh mi nah turn cruff
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| So mi link Leng a big yard and buy some stuff
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| In a bills a 50 bag mi wrapped dem up
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| The first day mi touch the road feds lock mi up
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| But wa, mi nah meck no bwoy… mi up
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| Mi prefer hustle and rob fi that
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| Mi buss
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| Mi nah bow fi drive no car mi prefer hop the buss
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| Cause a suh ghetto youth full a pride
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| Mi pore but sell out life is not fi us
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| Down a maggin crescent, dawgy strop mi first
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| Cause food haffi ever in a pot fi us
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| And a the road mi a touch out… fi rust
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| Me love the youth dem suh mi teaching dem
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| But no, not like the pastor wid the preaching dem
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| Mi tell dem seh don’t rob nothing petty
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| Rob supn fi yo rich
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| Like Matterlon unleashing dem |