Inna Di Ghetto - Randy Valentine

People mek me tell you my story

About the place weh me come from JA yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye

Everybody waan the high life

'cause you cyaan find comfort inna sufferation

Poor people walking on a fine line

And the bigger heads ain’t offering no donation

I can see it from my bird’s eye

That what dem feel inna dem heart

Is not what they show

When you see dem is a bright smile

A couple more false promises, the pain won’t go

Likkle girl living on the corner

A likkle youth wish him coulda mek bread out a stone

A killer is a figure for a father

Robbing is all they see, so that’s all they know

S.O.S.

this is a code red

Gimme a one way ticket to the foundation

Before the days of the stone age

When we were kings and queens singing sacred songs

Inna the gutter you can find us

Struggle is a must, every family haffi sign up

Daddy inna rush fi pay the bills before dem pile up

Mama blow wood fire bun off her eyelash

We living inna minus, cry until a eye bust

Living in the ghetto mek it hard fi stay righteous

It cuts like a razor when food price raise up

Government is just another excuse for failure

I feel so bless when I wake and see the sunshine

Nuff man no lucky dem so lose it to gun crime

This is nothing new, they be killing us from long time

It feels like dem only hire police fi hunt I down

And then they wonder why we have a gun in hand

Bills haffi pay, weh we a go get the money from

Lord, me no speak fi every Jamaican

But a so we stay weh me come from

Hook

Inna the ghetto, yeah, yeah

Inna the ghetto

Inna the ghetto

Inna, inna, inna the ghetto, yeah, yeah, oh

Growing up as a likkle child

Me used to play with tire no Playstation

Daddy said there would be better days

But I can see it in his eyes, pure frustration

Still he remain as a soldier

Him say son remember this when you get older

Life is a vehicle, you a the chauffeur

And you nah go reach no weh if you no know Jah, eh

I say a prayer for the progress

And give thanks for the little that you have receive

There is no time to be hopeless

Come mek we build we own government and rise as a team

'Cause dem no know what it’s like fi wake up inna night

And a cry 'cause your baby no feed

And then at the same time

Your belly a bite you, 'cause you no nyam from last week

Dem ask me how me lose me humbleness

My reply is I’m tired a the hungriness

Even the preacher get vex, with Jesus

A scream through the speaker say wah kind a fuckery this

Oh no, no, no

I don’t speak for every Jamaican, no

But a so we stay weh me come from

Hook

Inna the ghetto

Inna the ghetto

Inna the ghetto

Inna, inna, inna the ghetto, eh hey