Hard Life

Don’t call it garrison
Call it ghetto
You a make it sound too sweet, man
Dem tell we seh we can’t, but we a seh we can
Mek me tell you 'bout the life here
No dreams, just nightmare
A life lost, a life’s pain
Haffi make it, I swear
Weh mi grow mi feel like mi no have a dream
Peer guns and magazine
Mommy buy the food
When the vegetable start to steam
She run out of gasoline
I know it, I know it, gonna be alright
I know it, I know it, part a the hard life, yeh
A my time fi face these pressure
My time fi face this pain
Youth don’t bother stray fi the better
I nah go sell out fi no fame
Good life no have fun, bay knife and gun
No water because the pipe nah run
No electricity, just the light from sun
Imagine when night fall dung
Weh mi grow mi feel like mi no have a dream
Peer guns and magazine
Mommy buy the food
When the vegetable start to steam
She run out of gasoline
I know it, I know it, gonna be alright
I know it, I know it, part a the hard life, yeh
Mommy son waan live out him dream
Waan put her inna housing scheme, so
Every night is a promoting team
Touch the stage, mek the browning scream
Nah stop, mi a move, a no care mi a cruse
So mi shows mi have something fi broke
To who seh we nah win, we born fi lose
A no gun mi a go draw fi use
Weh mi grow mi feel like mi no have a dream
Peer guns and magazine
Mommy buy the food
When the vegetable start to steam
She run out of gasoline
I know it, I know it, gonna be alright
I know it, I know it, part a the hard life, yeh
Don’t call it garrison
Call it ghetto
You a make it sound too sweet
When every day gunshot a echo
go tell
We nah stop from trod on
Huh, things sticky, lot a gwaan, but
(Peer guns and magazine)
(She run out of gasoline)