paroles de chanson Inna di Ghetto - Randy Valentine

People make me tell you my story,
About the place whe mi come from.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everybody want di high life,
Cause we can't find comfort inna sufferation.
Poor people walking on a fine line and
Di bigger heads they offerin no donation.
I can see it from my birds eye,
Now what they feelin inna heart is not what they show.
When you see them is a bright smile,
A couple more false promises, the pain won't go.
A likkle girl livin on di corner,
A likkle youth wishin he could make bread out of stone.
A killer is a figure for a father,
Robbin his all they see so thats all they know.
S.O.S. this is a code red, gimme a oneway ticket to the foundation.
Before the days of the stonage,
When we were kings and queens singing sacred songs.

Inna di ghetto you can find us.
Struggle is a must, every family haffi sign up.
Daddy inna rush fi pay di bills before dem pile up.
Momma blow wood, fire bun off her eyelash.
We livin inna minus, quiet 'til di i bus.
Livin in di ghetto make it hard fi steer rageous,
Because like a raise up and food price raise up.
Government is just another excuse for failure.
I feel so blessed,
When i wake and see di sunshine.
Nuff man no look, so them losin to guncrime.
This is nothing new,
They been killing us from long time.
It feels like they rulin and police is for untie down.
And anyone them weh we have a gun in on.
Bills haffi pay, but we no get the money from lord,
Me no speak fi every jamaican but that always there weh we come from

Inna di ghetto, (yeah, yeah)
Inna di ghetto,
Inna di ghetto, (inna, inna)
Inna di ghetto (yeah, yeah, oh)

Growing up as a likkle child, me used to play with tire no playstation
Daddy said there would be better days,
But i can see it in his eyes sheer frustration.
Still he remain as a soldier,
Him say son remember this when you get older,
Life is a vehicle you are di chauffeur.
And you nah go reach no ting if you no know jah.
I say a prayer for di progress,
And give thanks to the likkle that you have received.
There is no time to be hopeless,
Come we could build our own government and rise as a team.
Cause them no know what it's like to wake up
Inna night and I cry cause your baby no feed.
And now at the same time,
Your belly a bite to cause you no yum from last week.

Dem ask me how me loose mi humbleness,
My reply is i'm tired of di hungryness.
Even the preacher get backs with jesus,
I scream to di speakers,
What kind of fuck we're in this, oh no no no.
I don't speak fi every jamaican but that always there weh we come from

Inna di ghetto,
Inna di ghetto,
Inna di ghetto, (inna, inna)
Inna di ghetto (yeah, yeah)