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 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



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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