(Chorus)
Meck mi tell yo bout the street weh wi grow
Wi reap weh wi sow
And if yuh seet yuh wi know
Sometime life no sweet out a door
The youths dem, have up a grip a buss
Because dem seh survival is a must
The youths dem, have up a grip a buss
Because survival is a must
(Verse 1)
To how the place a run the youths dem have a lazier gun
And as yo talk too hard dem use bullet and lay yuh down
Black man a nam each other food just like a raisen bun
Badness it tek over, mi think dem deh days deh done
Joe no have no 9 to 5 so him no si no pays a come
When him look in mama eyes him si the tears a run
Area don him turn the street
Star praise him mama son
Bleach him bleach a night and everyday in a the sun
Wid him gun
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(Verse 2)
And meck mi tell yo bout dem street yah
Nothing no sweet yah
The youth dem tun it up loud
No a no, no, speaker
No bag a chatting because dem no deal wid no preacher
How dem have so much gun mi deh wonder how dem reached yah
Man a deliver badness to yo door like a pizza
Dem no deal wid peace and no respect
No officer
Dem yah youths yah now a days wi meck yo live pon the freezer
Brain a fly like visa with the jungle jesus
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(Repeat Verse 2)
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