Paroles Ghetto boy Stephen Marley

Ghetto boy

They do more to the people, than for the people
They crash the economy like a vehicle
Seh dem a don and dem a dupes and dem a dadda
Inna the heart of the youths dem future yuh stick a dagger
Let's do this ragga

Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became a man
The don put a gun into my hand
Told me that I could live or die
I didn't know the reason why
But my gun became my toy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy

Well, the story of a ghetto boy
Who the don give the gun and think him get a toy
So him deploy in the street to set a better joy
But now him buck up the police and him regret a choice Death is what him get a tise
Story of a ghetto yute
Who the don give the gun and seh yuh better shoot
If yuh want to wear a better suit yuh want fi drive a coupe
Wear a couple gold chain and sleep with couple prostitute
Dem future yuh a prosecute

No don cyah tell I nuttn or press I button
Mi a gwaan eat mi greens if mi cyah buy mutton
Mi nuh red eye or glutton fi no gyal or guy somn
No hold di fate so till the gate Jah seh fi I must open
We nuh waan see Andrew Holnes, we nuh waan see Portia
NCB mi waan fi see and Scotia
Tell P and JP, both a dem a joker
But me proud a ghetto mi come outta

Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became a man
The don put a gun into my hand
Told me that I could live or die
I didn't know the reason why
But my gun became my toy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy

Mi tell dem, ghetto we ghetto we nuh change we ways Yuh violate man a nd a grains a blaze
Anywhere the food deh man ago go for
Nah suffer, caw man a look fi greater days
Suppose mi tell yuh seh we go fi food anywhere
And we nuh fraid a no jail or cemetery
We bring heat to the streets all front a police
Still a mek step to the enemy
We mek di eagle fly high mek dem see that
Dem see that, anything drop dem know a we that
Front page pon every news network
Menace to society the world seh a we that
House and car everybody need that
A no every ghetto boy out deh a idiot
Any means necessary man a pree that
From a little tot mi head real hot

Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became a man
The don put a gun into my hand
Told me that I could live or die
I didn't know the reason why
But my gun became my toy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy
Ghetto boy, ghetto boy
The story of the ghetto boy