Popcaan - Ghetto (Tired of Crying) Lyrics

Aye Dre Skull ('traight)
Yo Anju Blaxx
Unruly ah talk, don't?

Which path mi grow
Long rifle ah shove out
Regular people head shell out
All if yuh eye nuh big
Always haffi look out
Yuh no know fi yuh head book out

Information nuh grow
Ghetto, bare mad people me know
Ghetto, wickeder than action show
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying
Hungry days we know
Ghetto, 'pon crackers and water we grow
Ghetto, if a badness we a pro
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying

Information nuh give
People nuh care who drop out
Fi keep life you keep your mouth
Informer dead, get dem eye shot out
Or more time dem tongue cut out
Dre Skull dem place ah nuh easy
Police dem ever a pree we
Innocent dead weekly
Believe me

Which part me grow
Ghetto, bare mad people me know
Ghetto, wickeder than action show
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying
Hungry days we know
Ghetto, 'pon crackers and water we grow
Ghetto, if a badness we a pro
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying

Blood shed, it hurt me heart
Nuff yute life stop ah di early pat
Police shoot innocent seh him gun go off
Then later him and the sup' ah laugh
Ghetto youth can't find work every funds cut off
Plus the system ah pressure we nuh bomboclaat
The only way fi survive ah fi brake the law
Government tek man fi Santa Clause

Which part me grow
Ghetto, bare mad people me know
Ghetto, wickeder than action show
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying
Hungry days we know
Ghetto, 'pon crackers and water we grow
Ghetto, if a badness we a pro
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying

Mi haffi tell dem 'bout the zinc fence and the trench
Baby mother cry fi the expense
No baby father fi give dem no help
Weh dem deh? GP ah rub sentence
Power struggle mek every ends move tense
So no man nah own no house nor Benz
A more funeral, more dead body pack up
Everyday a Roman's we salary a spend

Which part me grow
Ghetto, bare mad people me know
Ghetto, wickeder than action show
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying
Hungry days we know
Ghetto, 'pon crackers and water we grow
Ghetto, if a badness we a pro
Ghetto, me seh the ghetto dem tired of crying