I don't lay the big man pon the hill, a dem alone a live
Down at the ghetto right now, always be a war and strife
One can't get nowhere cause sell themself at night
Man a stop shine and man a stop bite
Over riches and gold, away the rich man a fight
God a come like thief inna the night, me sing
Me see it clear in front of me eyes
That the ghetto youth man dem nah get wreck inna his
Me see it clear in front of me eyes
Don't lay the big man pon the hill, a dem alone a live
Man a stop shine and man a stop bite