| Them see I a cry, see the tears inna me eye, |
| And them still a pressure I and I Them say I a bawl, and them still a beat me mouth fi bawl |
| Them see I a cry, see the tears inna me eye, |
| And them still a pressure I and I Them say I a bawl, and them still a beat my mouth fi bawl |
| Imagine two friend a par, and one can’t pay fi meat |
| And one a rasta, so one can’t pay for leaf |
| And when night a fall, want place to sleep |
| Not even piece of bread fi nudge 'gainst me teeth |
| Oh god, them want man fi thief |
| Fi police come shoot me, they want man fi bleed |
| Earth them want man fi leave, |
| Into the the cemetery |
| Them see I a cry, see the tears inna me eye, |
| And them still a pressure I and I Them say I a bawl, and them still a beat me mouth fi bawl |
| Them see I a cry, see the tears inna me eye, |
| And them still a pressure I and I Them say I a bawl, and them still a beat my mouth fi bawl |
| Right now, frowzy a mi cologne |
| Ca' me can’t pull a gate and go inna yard and call it no home |
| But still me nah rise up no chrome |
| And buss mi dome, and make no skin a left no bone |
| But when me rise up in the morning under «Mr. Cho» |
| What me a eat for breakfast, if you smell that you vomit. |
| Them see I a cry, see the tears inna me eye, |
| And them still a pressure I and I Them say I a bawl, and them still a beat me mouth fi bawl |
| Them see I a cry, see the tears inna me eye, |
| And them still a pressure I and I Them say I a bawl, and them still a beat my mouth fi bawl |
| Troyton, I wonder if them, |
| When me done express myself as a man, |
| Them a go set a better plan. |