Stephen Marley, Bounty Killer, Cobra - Ghetto Boy

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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, di story of a ghetto boy
Who di don give di gun an tink him get a toy
So him deploy inna di street to set a better joy
But now him buck up di 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 nutten 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 Holness, 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 an a grades 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 anyweh
And we nuh fraid a no jail or cemetery
We bring heat to the streets all front a police
Still a mek step to di enemy
We mek di eagle fly high mek dem see dat (dem see dat!)
Dem see that, anything drop dem know a we that
Front page pon every news network
Menace to society the world seh a we dat
House and car everybody need dat
A no every ghetto boy out deh a eediat
Any means necessary man a pree dat
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