GHETTO STORY
(85 Riddim by Dave Kelly)

I remember those days when Hell was my home
When, mi & Mama bed was a big piece a foam
And mi never like bathe & ma hair never comb
When Mama gone a work, me guh street guh roam
I remember when Danny dem tek mi snow cone
An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome
I remember when wi visit dem wid pure big stone
An di bwoy Danny pop off sup'm weh full chrome
I remember when wi run, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi best friend Richie get two inna him dome
I remember a suh di avenue turn inna war zone
An Mikey madda fly him out caa she get a loan
But Mikey guh to foreign & guh turn Al Capone
Mek whole heap a money & sen een our own
Now a we a lock di city & that is well known
Yesterday Mikey call mi pon mi phone, Mi seh “Mikey...

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven & di whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip caa wi nuh bruk now
Raa, raa, raa, raa!
Wi get di ting dem suh, dem afi rate wi
Caa wi a tek it to dem wicked of lately
An now di whole community a live greatly
Raa, raa, raa, raa!"

I remember bout ’80 Jamaica explode
When a Trinity & Tony Hewitt dem a run road
Dat a long before Laing dem & even Bigga Ford
When Adams dem a corporal nuh know di roadcode
I remember when wi rob di Chiney shop down di road
An rumour have it seh di Chiney man have a sword
But, wi did have a one pop weh mek outta board
Suh yuh know di next day mama pot overload

I remember when wi stick di poll clerks
An dump di ballot box pon Tivoli outskirts
An hold a plane ticket & guh chill over Turks
When mi come back a still ina di hole mi a lurks
I remember those days when informer Derks
Get one inna him face & wi nuh get nuh perks
Caa di bigga heads dem are a couple of jerks
Cuz a dem a get di money when a we mash di works (but)

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven & di whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip caa wi nuh bruk now
Raa, raa, raa, raa!
Wi get di ting dem suh, dem afi rate wi
Caa wi a tek it to dem wicked of lately
An now di whole community a live greatly
Raa, raa, raa, raa!

Jamaica get screwed true greed & glutton
Politics manipulate & push youths button
But wi rich now, suh dem caa tell man nutt'n
Caa a we a mek, mama nyam fish & mutton
Hey, over deh suh mek mi tell unu sup'm
True mi deh a foreign now a guy kill mi cousin
Yo mi hear seh T did deh deh but him seh him wasn't
Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen
(Caa)

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven & di whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip caa wi nuh bruk now
Raa, raa, raa, raa!
Wi get di ting dem suh, dem afi rate wi
Caa wi a tek it to dem wicked of lately
An now di whole community a live greatly
Raa, raa, raa, raa!

I remember those days when Hell was my home
When, mi & Mama bed was a big piece a foam
And mi never like bathe & ma hair never comb
When Mama gone a work, me guh street guh roam
I remember when Danny dem tek mi snow cone
An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome
I remember when wi visit dem wid pure big stone
An di bwoy Danny pop off sup'm weh full chrome
I remember when wi run, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi best friend Richie get two inna him dome
I remember a suh di avenue turn inna war zone
An Mikey madda fly him out caa she get a loan
But Mikey guh to foreign & guh turn Al Capone
Mek whole heap a money & sen een our own
Now a we a lock di city & that is well known
Yesterday Mikey call mi pon mi phone, Mi seh “Mikey!"