(Chorus)
And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town
Jamaica town, Jamaica town
And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town
Jamaica town, Jamaica town
And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town
Jamaica town, Jamaica town
And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town
Jamaica town, Jamaica town
(Verse 1)
This is the land of my birth
From hardcore roots wi naw go divert
Regardless Jamaica have di most dirt
Fi di high grade cush wi no haffi Google fi search
Tourist tour Ochi, dem no know Down Kert
Dem no si Water House pon tourist advert
A no farmer alone buried things under dirt
Round yah wi no study informer work
That’s why mi naw go tek yo paw no journey to no white sand beach
Mi come fi tek yo weh di tugs dem live
A no face dem a rub when yo hear dem a bleach
A no pat dem a cook when man food a go eat
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Jam Rock, Jamaica, Jam Down, yard
Mi love mi likkle island although things hard
Dem seh yo cyaa wet hi if yo open a morgue
And weh yo come from determine if yo get a job
When di thing dem a beat paw repeat like delay
Wi still inna di street like asphalt everyday
Wi straight like arrow and wi no play monopoly
And inna market alone wi have fruits a display
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Seven days a di week is a street dance
Watch di police dem a hustle and a freelance
Tell di government fi find some deliverance
Yo cyaa rule people mind wid ignorance
When di youths dem a roll and a tear in di streets
Dem no waan hear seh y o cyaa share in di streets
No true yo si mi tan up wid mi gun pon til
Mi likkle island meck mi feel complete
(Repeat Chorus)
