Ghetto (tired Of Crying) Lyrics - Where We Come From - Popcaan

Which path mi grow 

Long rifle a shrub out 

Regular people head shell out 

And if yo eye no big 

Always haffi look out 

Yuh no know fi yuh head book out 

Which path mi grow 

Ghetto, bare mad people mi know 

Ghetto, wickeder than action show 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying 

Hungry days wi know 

Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow 

Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying 

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Information no give 

People no care who drop out 

Fi keep life yo keep yo mouth 

Informer dead, get dem eye shot out 

Or more time dem tongue cut out 

Dre SKull dem place yah no easy 

Police dem ever a pree wi 

Innocent dead weekly 

Believe mi 

Which path mi grow 

Ghetto, bare mad people mi know 

Ghetto, wickeder than action show 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying 

Hungry days wi know 

Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow 

Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying 

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Blood shed, it hurt mi heart 

Nuff youth life stop a the early path 

Police shoot innocent seh him gun go off 

Then later him and the sup a laugh 

Ghetto youth cyaa find work every funds cut off 

Plus the system a pressure wi nuh bomboclaat 

The only way fi survive a fi brake the law 

Government tek man fi Santa Clause 

Which path mi grow 

Ghetto, bare mad people mi know 

Ghetto, wickeder than action show 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying 

Hungry days wi know 

Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow 

Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying 

Mi haffi tell dem bout the zink fence and the trench 

Baby mother cry fi the expense 

No baby father fi give dem no help 

Weh dem deh? GP a rub sentence 

Power struggle meck every endz move tense 

So no man nah own no house nor Benz 

A more funeral, more dead body pack up 

Everyday a romans wi salary a spend 

Which path mi grow 

Ghetto, bare mad people mi know 

Ghetto, wickeder than action show 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying 

Hungry days wi know 

Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow 

Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro 

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying