1. My pocket is week, my heart is willing   Ah want a pound a rice, but can't find a shillin   Can't buy the chicken back, much less the chicken   Turn left and right is pure gunshot a fling   Every whey mi guh is wicked song them a sing   Now hear mi now Queens, and hear mi now Kings   All over this world, local and Foreign   Black and white, mi naah prejudice skin   Now hear mi mister Lou, mister Wong and mister Chin   To kill another man what good does that bring   i feel it so much till cold bump take mi skin   Mi head start to hurt mi, and mi eyes dem a spin      CHO      Who give the guns, who give the crack   No-one to take the blame   And a who import the guns and cocaine   And a who innaculate the ghetto youths brain   And mobilize dem inna this Bloodsport game   Say if you want to rich, you haffi kill Shane   And wicked enough to kill him mother miss Jane   Mek dem say you a di wickedest man pon the lane   And if you want you respect fi long like a train   Well you better make shot fall like a rain   You haffi put one foot pon then concord plane   Hey, you better sell twenty kilo a cocaine      CHO