Mi haffi stop school my momma wasn't 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 for  a fall 
With my back against the wall 
All when mi hungry mi try stand tall 
Anytime mi hear mi pickney dem bawl 
Mi brethren 

Gunshot start rain again 
I don't 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 
That's 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 


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