In the ghetto, mmm (x4)
Let me tell you (x3)
Mmmm
Let me tell you where I'm from
Some call it ghetto some call it slum
Nuff people nah no income
Teefing light, no food when night come
Let me tell you where I'm from
The days dem short and the night dem long
Soupy a listen fi di next pang pang
Fi go mek him likkle dollar fi
go feed son son.
See and blind, hear and deaf, a the code inna the ghetto
Bruck nuh shop, touch nuh youths you affi leave from the ghetto Juveniles pon the streets hanging out inna the ghetto
As night falls dem affi let go, bare shots start echo
Down inna ghetto weh me born and grow
Neva do no folly good seeds I sow
Nutsy wid him cart, just a push and go through
Summer time a the nicest pon the avenue
Big up all ghetto people
We heart clean and we nuh study evil
We intelligent, eloquent and able
Proud a me place naa fraid fi tell yuh
Hear pon a knock dats the sound of a gun
Every pickney dress when holiday come
Mama never rich, still never bow down
Satisfy we self we know money soon run
Nuff ghetto youths fly out and gone overseas
Them hunting for the money mama need some
G's Mek a flex pon the block, link a few OG's
Tings nice book a flight straight to Jamrock please.
Let me tell you where I'm from
Some call it ghetto some call it slum
Nuff people nah no income
Teefing light, no food when night come
Let me tell you where I'm from
The days dem short and the night dem long
Soupy a listen fi di next pang pang
Fi go mek him likkle dollar fi
go feed son son
Nothing extra, hand to mouth
A suh we live inna the ghetto
Zinc fences, board houses, stage shows inna the ghetto
Shop keepers, hair dressers, we self employed in the ghetto
Tie we morals to we values,
Of dat we nah let go.
Where I'm from, is where you aren't
Each day we rise, look into the sky
Searching for better, no matter the weather
It's hard in the ghetto, with no one to turn to
Rain or shine, nah beg a dime
I work for mine, provide for the youth
Teach them right, show them the truth
Wear the black in our roots
Nothing extra, hand to mouth
A suh we live inna the ghetto
Zinc fences, board houses, stage shows inna the ghetto
Shop keepers, hair dressers, we self employed in the ghetto
Tie we morals to we values,
Of dat we nah let go
See and blind, hear and deaf, a the code inna the ghetto
Bruck nuh shop, touch nuh youths you affi leave from the ghetto Juveniles pon the streets hanging out inna the ghetto
As night falls dem affi let go, bare shots start echo
In the ghetto, in the ghetto (x8)
Aza Lineage, alongside Birdz-I, two queens
Representing for all ghetto people
Yard and abroad
We working hard,
And we nah draw no card
Jake Savona pon the beat
Make ya skank off ya feet
To all ghetto peoples
Look at your struggles,
As a way of life, not death
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