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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