Ghetto Life

[Intro]
It's the living sunball
It's Marr
A me a say Southside
TG, Callaloo Bed, Wareika Hill, Mountain view
Me a say Rasta city

[Verse 1]
Behind the zinc fence, dem liviity yah don't pretty
Pickney a born with decease, hey Nikki
From you sucking mama titty, life style ain't pretty
What a tight nitty gritty, mommy can't find food fi Jimmy
Ghetto people abuse
Behind dem zinc fence ghetto people get used
Babylon just a come come pollute
And nah teach the youth them 'bout righteousness, consciousness and truth
Behind dem zinc fence liviity noh pretty
Bed tougher than stone, cass cup chippy, chippy
Pressure Busspipe, high seat kill the kitty
We shine bright like a star, all now unno no see we
From we born, we a cry pure tears
And a wonder if we prayer dem a fall 'pon deaf ears
Of to trod to the hills fi get me head clear
To come up with a plan to leave here

[Chorus]
Ghetto life inna the city
Chat too much, man will turn you inna duppy
Ghetto life inna the city
A nuff motherless and fatherless inna me city
Ghetto life inna the city
Mama can't find food fi load up the dutchie
Ghetto life inna the city
It rough and it tough and it sticky

[Verse 2]
Take a look now over Drewsland
The youths them turn to crime because of frustration
Through Babylon economical castration
Force daddy into crime, mommy into prostitution
Western Kingston citizens a bawl
All now dem no get no tribute to back a wall
Dutty Babylon your city a go fall
It's the living sunball, feel the heat, it's Marr

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
The 'mount a tears you make me mother cry
Come harder then the rain
She could have take a million pain killer
Could never ease her pain
All the pray me see mama pray could never go in vain
Your time a come surely like the little chu-chu train
Papa old and have no pension, but him chop your sugar cane
Can't afford to go doctor when him back a kill him with pain
Me no expect you to feel guilty, me no expect you fi shame
One a the same slave master blood a pump through your vain

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Behind the zinc fence, dem liviity yah don't pretty
Pickney a born with decease, hey Nikki
From you sucking mama titty, life style ain't pretty
What a tight nitty gritty, mommy can't find food fi Jimmy