Ghetto Boy - Stephen Marley, Bounty Killer, Cobra

Once I was a little child

Little things that make me smile

But quickly I became a man

The don put a gun into my hand

Told me that I could live or die

I didn’t know the reason why

But my gun became my toy

The story of the ghetto boy

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy

The story of the ghetto boy

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy

The story of the ghetto boy

Well, di story of a ghetto boy

Who di don give di gun an tink him get a toy

So him deploy inna di street to set a better joy

But now him buck up di police and him regret a choice

Death is what him get a tise

Story of a ghetto yute

Who the don give the gun and seh yuh better shoot

If yuh want to wear a better suit yuh want fi drive a coupe

Wear a couple gold chain and sleep with couple prostitute

Dem future yuh a prosecute

No don cyah tell I nutten or press I button

Mi a gwaan eat mi greens if mi cyah buy mutton

Mi nuh red eye or glutton fi no gyal or guy somn

No hold di fate so till the gate Jah seh fi I must open

We nuh waan see Andrew Holness, we nuh waan see Portia

NCB mi waan fi see and Scotia

Tell P and JP, both a dem a joker

But me proud a ghetto mi come outta

Once I was a little child

Little things that make me smile

But quickly I became a man

The don put a gun into my hand

Told me that I could live or die

I didn’t know the reason why

But my gun became my toy

The story of the ghetto boy

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy

The story of the ghetto boy

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy

The story of the ghetto boy

Mi tell dem, ghetto we ghetto we nuh change we ways

Yuh violate man an a grades a blaze

Anywhere the food deh man ago go for

Nah suffer, caw man a look fi greater days

Suppose mi tell yuh seh we go fi food anyweh

And we nuh fraid a no jail or cemetery

We bring heat to the streets all front a police

Still a mek step to di enemy

We mek di eagle fly high mek dem see dat (dem see dat!)

Dem see that, anything drop dem know a we that

Front page pon every news network

Menace to society the world seh a we dat

House and car everybody need dat

A no every ghetto boy out deh a eediat

Any means necessary man a pree dat

From a little tot mi head real hot

Once I was a little child

Little things that make me smile

But quickly I became a man

The don put a gun into my hand

Told me that I could live or die

I didn’t know the reason why

But my gun became my toy

The story of the ghetto boy

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy

The story of the ghetto boy

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy

The story of the ghetto boy