Celebrate My Life - Demarco

Big up every ghetto youth weh a dig road rough

Rather yo wipe car glass or load bus

Taxi man meck yo money run robot

Coil haffi tick up in a mama hand fold up

Life nuh well but wi a meck it work

Ghetto youth, nuff a mi friend dem mi si gone in a dirt

No God, mi nuh waan si no more face pon T-Shirt

God know, and who feels it knows it hurt

And that’s why wi glad wi street smart

Jah know we nuh weak

Countless nights out a road wi a sleep

Still a give thanks although mi nuh see it

Mama hide and bwal nuh waan wi know shi a weep

Tek wi hand turn fashion when hungry a beat

Chicken back, turn cornmeal a dweet

Mi love fi si the unity when party a keep

Ghetto life meck mi know life sweet

Yuh si me

Mi a gwaan celebrate my life

You si me

Although nothing naw gwaan

Mi still alright

Dawg yuh si me, me, me, me, me

Yuh si me, me, me, me, me

Yuh si me

Mi a gwaan celebrate my life

Cause wi have one life to live

Live it up

Ghetto youths hold the faith

Better days a go come

Suh don’t give up

Mi know this suh me can tell you

This a nuh shop talk mi a sell you

Ghetto youths fi rich like Carmelo

Pocket nuh fi soft like marshmallow