| Me go through the real hardcore, ghetto living
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| Many a times, me sidung an' me reminiscing
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| Me love me daddy bad, if him gone, me would a miss him
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| The likkle weh him work fah, was ours fi the giving
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| Me an' me four sisters, me bredda, an' me madda
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| We never have nothin', just love fi one another
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| Pants an' shirt me used to share with me brother
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| Six a we inna one bed, with one cover, and we a no lover
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| Those were the happiest days of my life
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| If it ain’t rough, it ain’t right
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| We used to bridge light from the light post
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| JPS cut it off
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| Those were the happiest days of my life
|
| If it ain’t rough, it ain’t right
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| Why the system keep on pressuring you and me to get a family?
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| We keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no waan fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| Dem waan fight we, but we keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no love fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| So dem keep fight we
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| People used to say, better me sell inna market
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| Iron balloon, so dem used to talk it
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| Badmind see my life, waan take it
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| Some say Mavado would never make it
|
| Now me haffi laugh, God know me deserve it
|
| War Lord tell me that I could
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| See, it’s the bad times, that makes the good times
|
| Feel, so good
|
| Those were the happiest days of my life
|
| If it ain’t rough, it ain’t right
|
| Why the system keep on pressuring you and me to get a family?
|
| We keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no waan fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| Dem waan fight we, but we keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no love fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| So dem keep fight we
|
| Me go through the real hardcore, ghetto living
|
| Many a times, me sidung an' me reminiscing
|
| Me love me daddy bad, if him gone, me would a miss him
|
| The likkle weh him work fah, was ours fi the giving
|
| Me an' me four sisters, me bredda, an' me madda
|
| We never have nothin', just love fi one another
|
| Pants an' shirt me used to share with me brother
|
| Six a we inna one bed, with one cover, and we a no lover
|
| Those were the happiest days of my life
|
| If it ain’t rough, it ain’t right
|
| We used to bridge light from the light post
|
| JPS cut it off
|
| Those were the happiest days of my life
|
| If it ain’t rough, it ain’t right
|
| Why the system keep on pressuring you and me to get a family?
|
| We keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no waan fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| Dem waan fight we, but we keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no love fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| So dem keep fight we
|
| People used to say, better me sell inna market
|
| Iron balloon, so dem used to talk it
|
| Badmind see my life, waan take it
|
| Some say Mavado would never make it
|
| Now me haffi laugh, God know me deserve it
|
| War Lord tell me that I could
|
| See, it’s the bad times, that makes the good times
|
| Feel, so good
|
| Those were the happiest days of my life
|
| If it ain’t rough, it ain’t right
|
| Why the system keep on pressuring you and me to get a family?
|
| We keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no waan fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| Dem waan fight we, but we keep fighting
|
| Any means necessary fi surviving
|
| Dem no love fi see the Garrison dem rising
|
| A ghetto youth with a brain is too frightening
|
| So dem keep fight we |