Down in the Ghetto

Well, down inna the ghetto weh the poor nuh have a thing
And the politicians, it’s the gun dem a bring
Hey
And the crack and the coke, them a support the killing
Me check it out, the whole of dem a the same thing
Down inna the ghetto weh the poor nuh have a thing
And the politicians, it’s the gun dem a bring
Hey
And the crack and the coke, them a support the killing
Me check it out, the whole of dem a the same thing
My pocket is weak, my heart is willing
I want of pound of rice, but can’t find a shilling
Can’t buy the chicken back, much less the chicken
Turn left and right, it’s gunshot a fling
Every weh me go it’s wicked song them a sing
Now hear me now queens, and hear me now kings
All over this world, local and foreign
Black and white, me nah prejudice skin
Hear me Mr. Lou, Mr. Wong, and Mr. Chin
To kill another man, what good does that bring?
I feel it so much till cold bump take mi skin
Mi head start to hurt me, and mi eyes dem a spin
Down inna the ghetto where the poor nuh have a thing
And the politicians, it’s the gun dem a bring
Hey
And the crack and the coke, them a support the killing
Me check it out, the whole of dem a the same —
Who give the guns, who give the crack
No-one to take the blame
And a who import the guns and cocaine
And a who innaculate the ghetto youths brain
And mobilize dem inna this Bloodsport game
Say if you want to rich, you haffi kill Shane
And wicked enough to kill him mother Mrs. Jane
Mek dem say you a di wickedest man pon the lane
And if you want you respect fi long like a train
Well you better make shot fall like a rain
You haffi put one foot pon then concord plane
Hey, you better sell twenty kilo of cocaine
Down inna the ghetto weh the poor nuh have a thing
And the politicians, it’s the gun dem a bring
Hey
And the crack and the coke, them a support the killing
Me check it out, the whole of dem a the same —