Hard Life - Jahmiel

Don’t call it garrison

Call it ghetto

You a make it sound too sweet, man

Dem tell we seh we can’t, but we a seh we can

Mek me tell you 'bout the life here

No dreams, just nightmare

A life lost, a life’s pain

Haffi make it, I swear

Weh mi grow mi feel like mi no have a dream

Peer guns and magazine

Mommy buy the food

When the vegetable start to steam

She run out of gasoline

I know it, I know it, gonna be alright

I know it, I know it, part a the hard life, yeh

A my time fi face these pressure

My time fi face this pain

Youth don’t bother stray fi the better

I nah go sell out fi no fame

Good life no have fun, bay knife and gun

No water because the pipe nah run

No electricity, just the light from sun

Imagine when night fall dung

Weh mi grow mi feel like mi no have a dream

Peer guns and magazine

Mommy buy the food

When the vegetable start to steam

She run out of gasoline

I know it, I know it, gonna be alright

I know it, I know it, part a the hard life, yeh

Mommy son waan live out him dream

Waan put her inna housing scheme, so

Every night is a promoting team

Touch the stage, mek the browning scream

Nah stop, mi a move, a no care mi a cruse

So mi shows mi have something fi broke

To who seh we nah win, we born fi lose

A no gun mi a go draw fi use

Weh mi grow mi feel like mi no have a dream

Peer guns and magazine

Mommy buy the food

When the vegetable start to steam

She run out of gasoline

I know it, I know it, gonna be alright

I know it, I know it, part a the hard life, yeh

Don’t call it garrison

Call it ghetto

You a make it sound too sweet

When every day gunshot a echo

go tell

We nah stop from trod on

Huh, things sticky, lot a gwaan, but

(Peer guns and magazine)

(She run out of gasoline)