Mi haffi stop school my momma wasnt working    And my daddy passed on    I got my first tool when I was thirteen    an mi a run the place warm    Then I got older and found myself a wife    Struggling daily to have a better life    Now I am riding for a fall    With my back against the wall    All when mi hungry mi try stand tall    Anytime mi hear mi pickney dem bawl    Mi brethren       CHO    Gunshot start rain again    I dont wanna be a memory    But I see no better solution    Man an man a get while again    Society nuh know what to do    This is the sign of a revolution       Like wondering sheep with very few choices    Thats how it is in the slum    Constant abuse by negative voices    Treated like a scum    Hopeless and desperate they also getting cold    Anger and hatred is starting to unfold    Now that crime is at your door    Its not a ghetto thing no more    Now you have to share their pain    There's nobody you can blame    Cause a unnuh mek       CHO       From Top