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