IN THE GHETTO WHERE WE RE FROM

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