Intro:
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The road to success is not straight, there's a curve called failure
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A loop called confusion, speed bumps called friends
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And red light called enemies, caution signs called family
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And flat tires called jacks, but if you have a spare called determination
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And an engine called perserverance, with insurance called faith
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And the drive to make it, you'll reach a place called success
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Can you hear me! Dat one yah a fi di ghetto youth dem
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Yo star this a murder! Man a ghetto youth fi life, yo
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Chorus:
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I, can-not forget where I come, from
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No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk
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But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk
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But I, won't, forget my roots cause I, don't, worship money
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That's not what counts, kill or be killed
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Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill
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Verse 1:
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I've been through struggles and wars
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I mon survive it with justa few scars
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Nuff man dead some gone behind bars
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So right now real ghetto yutes don't fear police cars
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Experience stage it's knowledge
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Eye bloody up from di streets and college
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But when di whole a we share one sausage
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Serve a now and then mi haffi send back a package
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Weh Cham seh
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Chorus:
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I, can-not forget where I come, from
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No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk
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But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk
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But I, won't, forget my roots cause I, don't, worship money
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That's not what counts, killed or be killed
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Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill
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Verse 2:
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Some man mek it and a live betta life
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And don't recall di days when we walk wid knife
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Asimple argument bring strife
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Some man a diss dem baby modda fi dem Uptown wife
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Dem a front but he a find out
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See dem inna di club and flash cash all about
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And post like thug when in fact dem a scout
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Nuff a dem neva look back dem rich and sell out, but
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Chorus:
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I, can-not forget where I come, from
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No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk
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But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk
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But I, won't, forget my roots cause I, don't, worship money
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That's not what counts, killed or be killed
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Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill
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Verse 3:
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Yo! When I was small and growin up
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If we cook than fall is showin up
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Paul left town since Dennis blown up
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Now him have Benz and nah memba him friend
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But, di odda day him get back on di old block
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Broad daylight like round 12 O'Clock
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And come pon di corna wid dem likkle fake act
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And from dem tun millionaire and neva give nuttin back, but
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Chorus:
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I, can-not forget where I come, from
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No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk
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But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk
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But I, won't, forget my roots cause I, don't, worship money
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That's not what counts, killed or be killed
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Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill
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