Rudeboy Pledge Lyrics - Ghetto Story - Cham

The road to success is not straight, there's a curve called failure 

A loop called confusion, speed bumps called friends 

And red light called enemies, caution signs called family 

And flat tires called jacks but if you have a spare called determination 

And an engine called perseverance, with insurance called faith 

And the drive to make it, you'll reach a place called success 

Can you hear me? Dat one yah a fi di ghetto youth dem 

Yo, star this a murder, man, a ghetto youth fi life, yo 

I cannot forget where I come from 

No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk 

But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk 

But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money 

That's not what counts, kill or be killed 

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill 

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I've been through struggles and wars 

I mon survive it with justa few scars 

Nuff man dead some gone behind bars 

So right now real ghetto yutes don't fear police cars 

Experience stage, it's knowledge 

Eye bloody up from di streets and college 

But when di whole a we share one sausage 

Serve a now and then mi haffi send back a package 

Weh Cham seh 

I cannot forget where I come from 

No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk 

But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk 

But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money 

That's not what counts, kill or be killed 

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill 

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Some man mek it and a live betta life 

And don't recall di days when we walk wid knife 

A simple argument bring strife 

Some man a diss dem baby, modda fi dem Uptown wife 

Dem a front but he a find out 

See dem inna di club and flash cash all about 

And post like thug when in fact dem a scout 

Nuff a dem neva look back dem rich and sell out but 

I cannot forget where I come from 

No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk 

But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk 

But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money 

That's not what counts, kill or be killed 

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill 

Yo, when I was small and growin' up 

If we cook than fall is showin' up 

Paul left town since Dennis blown up 

Now him have Benz and nah memba him friend 

But di odda day him get back on di old block 

Broad daylight like round 12 o'clock 

And come pon di corna wid dem likkle fake act 

And from dem tun millionaire and neva give nuttin back, but 

I cannot forget where I come from 

No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk 

But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk 

But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money 

That's not what counts, kill or be killed 

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill