I was born with the odds against me, just another statistic to this damn government
Nobody ever care to give me, the start I needed or attachment
And me never been aware of failure, c

os me know me have the mentality
No pagan could ever stop me flow, cah,
dem never know my reality

Nuff time, me end up broke, on me face,
but who, everything cool cos me heart still ah beat, one ting me know for certain,
is I will ever ever go live pon de street


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Everything cris, everything cool, everything nice and irie
Everything cris everything sweet, everything turn out neatly
Everything cris everything good, life never get on top of me

Everything cris, everything nice, Raggamuffin vibes in a city

English Jamaican, born in Westminster

Mount earls gardens, me grow as a youngsta,
As a little yout me visit Jamaica,
Vex when me get pon plane and fly back ya


London is a place where it cold most of the year
Pensioner ah freeze and the yout dem no care

The system mess up and people hungry
Government ah tek care of the rich and wealthy


Me have a talent, and me gwan express it,
Whether me reach the top with big chart hit,
Me no care bout nobody, who ah try fe stop it,

Poland, France, Jamaican will hear it

Chatting on the mic, my reality

Vibes you have to feel, in a reggae stylie
Bare money me no have, music make me happy
Sing inna style, where you can understand me