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Father Romi

Ghetto godfather

You know ghetto youths worldwide

Universal (the teacha)

Society (the teacha)

Forsake we (the teacha)

Dem nuh fell the pain we feel (the teacha)

The system (the teacha)

Nuh really care (the teacha)

If we live of we die

Laugh or we cry

If a sadness or joy

Wait, right before me, mi life a flash

The way time fly so fast mi nuh wear nuh watch

Mi youth wah guh school, me nuh have nuh cash

Mi insane like the madman weh search the trash

Hey

Mi black empress a sell the «snash»

The way how gogo club ram, nuh college match

Police deh pan ghetto youths like the bandage patch

A 4 months dem remand Jim fi the bag wid stash

Why?

Me haffi strap up every night so hard

Me wonda if death pretty cause life so hard

Eternity at hell a must my reward cah me a hustle

Fi me vehicle and must buy mi yaad

Me have the number 1 criminal record

A true jamaica people poor that’s why life tek hard

Every youth fi get a visa fi gwaan abroad

Cus we deh yah a suffer like a maga dog

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the garrison

Nuff youths dead, more a suffer

Ghetto youths deserve better

Facts

Me decide seh me nah tun cruff

So we link Leign a big yaad and buy some stuff

Inna a bills and 50 bag me wrap dem up

The fuss day me touch the road feds lock me up

But wah

Me nah mek nuh bwoy me up

Me prefer hustle and rob fi dat — me buss

Mi nah bow fi drive nuh car, me prefer hop the bus

Cause a so ghetto youth fulla pride

Me poor but sell out life is not fi us

Dawg the strap mi fuss

Cause food haffi ever inna pot fi us

Anna road me touch, how the — fi rust

Me… love the youth dem so me teaching dem

But no, not the pastor wid the preaching dem

Me tell dem don’t rob nothing petty,

Rob sumn fi yuh rich, like Matalon and Lee Chin dem

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the garrison

Nuff youths dead, more a suffer

Ghetto youths deserve better

Society, forsake we

Dem nuh fell the pain we feel

The system, nuh really care

If we live of we die

Nif a sadness or joy

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the garrison

Nuff youths dead, more a suffer

Ghetto youths deserve better