Celebrate My Life

Big up every ghetto youth weh a dig road rough
Rather yo wipe car glass or load bus
Taxi man meck yo money run robot
Coil haffi tick up in a mama hand fold up
Life nuh well but wi a meck it work
Ghetto youth, nuff a mi friend dem mi si gone in a dirt
No God, mi nuh waan si no more face pon T-Shirt
God know, and who feels it knows it hurt
And that’s why wi glad wi street smart
Jah know we nuh weak
Countless nights out a road wi a sleep
Still a give thanks although mi nuh see it
Mama hide and bwal nuh waan wi know shi a weep
Tek wi hand turn fashion when hungry a beat
Chicken back, turn cornmeal a dweet
Mi love fi si the unity when party a keep
Ghetto life meck mi know life sweet
Yuh si me
Mi a gwaan celebrate my life
You si me
Although nothing naw gwaan
Mi still alright
Dawg yuh si me, me, me, me, me
Yuh si me, me, me, me, me
Yuh si me
Mi a gwaan celebrate my life
Cause wi have one life to live
Live it up
Ghetto youths hold the faith
Better days a go come
Suh don’t give up
Mi know this suh me can tell you
This a nuh shop talk mi a sell you
Ghetto youths fi rich like Carmelo
Pocket nuh fi soft like marshmallow