Lyrics: This is not about power nor poverty
This have nothing to do with black supremacy
Gone are the days of eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
This is just a few questions from a little ghetto youth
How will you feel if you wake up one morning and saw
a big M16 nozzle at your jaw
Feel like you waan disappear but you can't
cause a police and you nah trust mister law
Babylon will shot you fe a straw
What will you say if ya coming from dance and you red
Hear a voice say boy no move or else ya dead
When you take a look fi see a who from far
It's a boy whey you and him a war
Certain boy haffi go plea, beg fi dem life and go down pon dem knee
Certain boy haffi go flee cause dem know if a di dem dem would no have no mercy
Now everyone want to live till dem old
Every man want a little basic control
Every ghetto youth waan fi play gangsta role
But none a dem no waan see de wrath of the next man we crown
To all the ghetto youths
They don't like to see you survive oh no
Well what will mister lawman do if him tables shoulda turn
Badman decide say police skin fi burn
Babylon a splurt gone left all dem mouth
Call dem dog out dem yard man a shoot
Wonder if them will a kill another youth
How will you feel if a ya friend dem left pon patrol
True ya police you a flex like you cold
All a challenge badman and ya shot dem down
Now badman surround you with dem big heavy gun
and the whole a dem waan fling ya down
Certain boy haffi go plea beg for dem life and go down pon dem knee
Certain boy haffi go flee cause dem know if a di dem dem would no have no mercy
