Shootin' down, mama shower, can it enclave me?
Now my rice, now my bean,
Five o'clock sleep on the cold concrete,
And when rain fall, I was still in league.
Dem no really care, dem no care,
But dem come for a talk.
Still wa' on, mama boy, mama boy,
So the young did give me a ball, a ball.
Well, it's a tough life,
But the days are coming.
Tough life, but the days are coming.
Tough life, mama feel like running.
Mama feel like running.