Mi haffi stop school my momma wasnt working
And my daddy passed on
I got my first tool when I was thirteen
an mi a run the place warm
Then I got older and found myself a wife
Struggling daily to have a better life
Now I am riding fora fall
With my back against the wall
All when mi hungry mi try stand tall
Anytime mi hear mi pickney dem bawl
Mi brethren
CHO
Gunshot start rain again
I dont wanna be a memory
But I see no better solution
Man an man a get while again
Society nuh know what to do
This is the sign of a revolution
Like wondering sheep with very few choices
Thats how it is in the slum
Constant abuse by negative voices
Treated like a scum
Hopeless and desperate they also getting cold
Anger and hatred is starting to unfold
Now that crime is at your door
Its not a ghetto thing no more
Now you have to share their pain
There's nobody you can blame
Cause a unnuh mek
CHO
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