Dis a survival story, True ghetto story, This is my story, Real ghetto story, Hey.
I remember those days when Hell was my home, when me and momma bed was a big piece of foam and mi neva like bathe and my hair neva comb when momma gone a work me go street go roam I remember when Danny tek mi snow cone And mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome I remember when we visit dem wit pure big stone And di bwoy Danny pop out something weh full chrome I remember when we run, fattah get him knee blown And mi best friend Richie get two inna him dome I remember so di avenue tun inna warzone and mikie madda fly him caa she get a loan but mikie go to foreign an go tun al Capone mek whole leap a money an send in our own now we lock di city an dat is well known yesterday mikie call me pon me fone me sey mikie
we get di ting dem dem outa luck now we squeeze seven an di whola dem a duck now we hav whole leap a extra clip caa we nuh bruk now raa raa raa raa
me tired now too.........uno no di song listen a learn