Hold on oh yeah
Hold on
Now back in the days
Hangin out with the boys
The ghetto youths be willin
Pulling out gat's for toys
Idrin be running wild
Dreadlocks be juggling
Brothers is getting paid
While mothers still struggling

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(Damn how i like that sound)
Pump pump pump taste the ghetto round
a P-9 got found spreadin the death strong sound

See the ghetto goverment loves it
We na like it at all
And when the youth them try to stride
I meet boy they a fall
The richer gettin richer
The poor man get poor for anything
I ask I just ask help them oh Lord
The pain in my heart to the feelin that i'm feelin it's so real
Playing soccer in the glass and using ball made of steel
No shoes pan them feet
Burnin fire as their light
You think it's no deal
Ask a starving lickle youth when he's going to get his next meal

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The ghetto is so suppressed
The projects are a mess
Children don't have a childhood
Please Jah Jah won't you bless
I can sing about happiness
I can sing about joy
But the pain is all so real
For my little ghetto boy

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