Cham Album

I remember those days when hell was my home
When, mi & mama bed was a big piece a foam
And mi never like bathe & ma hair never comb
When mama gone a work, me guh street guh roam
I remember when Danny dem tek mi snow cone
An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome
I remember when wi visit dem wid pure big stone
An di bwoy danny pop off sup'm weh full chrome
I remember when wi run, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi best frend Richie get 2 ina him dome
I remember a suh di avenue turn ina war zone
An Mikey madda fly him out caa she get a loan
But Mikey guh to foreign & guh turn Al Capone
Mek whole heap a money & sen een our own
Now a wi a lock di city & that is well known
Yesterday Mikey call mi pon mi phone, mi seh Mikey.
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Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now
Mi sqeeze seven & di whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip caa wi nuh bruk now
Raa, raa, raa, raa
Wi get di ting dem suh, dem afi rate wi
Caa wi a tek it dem wicked of lately
An now di whole comunity a live greatly
Raa, raa, raa, raa.

I remember bout eighty jamaica explode
When a trinity & tony hewitt dem a run road
Dat a long before Laing dem & even Bigga Ford
When Adams dem a corporal nuh know di roadcode
I remember when wi rob di Chiney shop down di road
An rumour have it seh di Chiney man have a sword
But, wi did have a one pop weh mek outta board
Suh yuh know di next day mama pot overload
I remember when wi stick di poll clerks
An dump di ballot box pon tivoli outskirts
An hold a plane ticket & guh chill over turks
When mi come back a still ina di hole mi a lerks
I remember those days when informer Derks
Get one ina him face & wi nuh get nuh perks
Caa di bigga heads dem are a couple of jerks
Caa a dem a get di money when a we mash di works (but)
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Jamaica get screwed true greed & glutton
Politics manipulate & push youths button
But wi rich now, suh dem caa tell man nutt'n
Caa a we a mek, mama nyam fish & mutton
Hey, over deh suh mek mi tell unu sup'm
True mi deh a foreign now I guy kill mi cousin
Yo mi hear seh T did deh deh but him seh him wasn't
Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen
(Caa)

Cho

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The road to success is not straight
Theres a curve called failure
A loop called confusion
Speed bumps called friends
And red lights called enemies
Caution signs called family
And flat tires called jobs
But if you have a spare called determination
And a engine called perseverance
With insurance called faith
And the drive to make it
Youll reach a place called success (can u hear me?)
This one is for the ghetto youths dem
Man a ghetto youth for life (yo!)

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I can, not forget where I come from
No mount a money cyaa change man
Still blaze the skunk
But some leave the ghetto get rich & turn punk
But I won't forget my roots cause I don't
Worship money that's not what counts
Kill or be killed
Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill (because)

I've been through struggles & wars
I man survive it with just a few scars
Nuff man dead some gone behind bars
Suh right now real ghetto youths dont fear police cars
Experience teaches knowledge
I graduate from the the street side collage
Back when the whole a wi a share one sausage
Suh every now & then mi send back a package (weh Cham seh)
Cho
Some man mek it an a live a better life
An don't recall the days when we a walk wid knife
A simple argument bring strife,
Some man a diss dem babymada fi dem uptown wife
Dem a front but I have my doubt
Si dem in the club a flash cash all about
A pose like thug when in fact dem a scout
Cause dem never look back dem rich & sellout
(But)
Cho
When I was small & growing up
If we cooked then Paul is showing up
Paul left town since then he's blowing up
Now him buy Benz him nuh remember him frenz (but)
The other day him get rob pon di block
Broad daylight like round 12 o'clock
Him come pon di corner wid him little fake act
And from him turn millionaire him neva give nutt'n back
(But)

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