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

CHORUS

(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

CHORUS

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

CHORUS