Текст песни Real Life Story - Stitchie

Well this is a ghetto ting
All the man dem wid the zinc fence and board house
You done know
This is Stitchie's real life story
Up close and personal
Is a serious ting man
But God protect we through it
Hear me good

Well a Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me
My testimony, yeah

A Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me
My testimony, yeah

Olympic Gardens me born
Then go Riverton go live
Daddy and Mama couldn't afford the hillside
Play in the dump with me friend them like a mouse
Then we move go water house
And me still never lose me pride
Then, me and Mama and me little sister Tit
Move go Spanish Town go live
That's the time Daddy stay wide
Many nights me go to bed without a meal
And me still never steal
When hunger dig out me inside
From me a seven me a hustle in the market
And at the same age
Me get the news that me daddy died
And at the age of nine
When me inna grade three
That a the last text book that Mama buy
Me use to go inna the garbage bin
Go take out all the books them
That the richer children tear up all the time
And I remember in high school
I get a German Lugar from a wanted man
And me tell him I not even want a nine

But a Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me
My testimony, yeah

Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me
My testimony, yeah

I remember Garvey couldn't contain
Him laugh and explain
How him get the first speshie
A Shongul them send come call me down the lane
'Cause them have me as the brain
Them want me plan them first robbery
But me tell them though me pants tear up
Me a cool inna school
And them call me an idiot
So them go rob and get money and blink
And a whole mountain a thing
And after two weeks them get hot
Even though me never know it at the time
The Father have me on His mind
Or me would a end up in the cemetery
Sorry say Garvey and me friend them nuh deh yah
And them never accept
King Jesus Christ from Calvary
Remember de a jungle a dancehall
M16 a bark and me get burnt from the spent shell
A copper shot them use kill Conti
Dem Kill Kenneth at me gate
Me bury me friend them me never feel well

But a Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me
My testimony, yeah

A Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me
My testimony, yeah

I remember when politician come
Little dollars them run
Some a me friend them arm with long gun
Me friend them nuh have nuh unity
A war in the community
Gunshot buss if some nuh get none
But through the struggle me survive
And manage to stay alive
Eight of us live in a two room board house
Me never walk a build nuh strife
Never take nobody life
Them know me serious, man a soldier, man nuh cub scout
Some a me friend left yard
Rich a foreign, them a hustle
Turn them back and say Jamaica them nah go
But Uncle Sam, with that man you nuh ramp
Them go up as passengers
Him send them back down as cargo
At a concert in Brooklyn a chat
Thirteen persons get shot
And some a them did die
I remember it was on TV
Say Stitchie play number three
And me see nuff a me fans a cry

But a Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me
My testimony, yeah

A Massa God protect me
And the devil couldn't slay me
Real life story
Massa God protect me
Him same one change me