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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 SongtexteWear 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 Aus Songtexte Mania