Original lyrics

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Hold on oh yeah Hold on Now back in the days Hangin out with the boys The ghetto youths be willin Pulling out gat's for toys Idrin be running wild Dreadlocks be juggling Brothers is getting paid While mothers still struggling CHORUS (Damn how i like that sound) Pump pump pump taste the ghetto round a P-9 got found spreadin the death strong sound See the ghetto goverment loves it We na like it at all And when the youth them try to stride I meet boy they a fall The richer gettin richer The poor man get poor for anything I ask I just ask help them oh Lord The pain in my heart to the feelin that i'm feelin it's so real Playing soccer in the glass and using ball made of steel No shoes pan them feet Burnin fire as their light You think it's no deal Ask a starving lickle youth when he's going to get his next meal CHORUS The ghetto is so suppressed The projects are a mess Children don't have a childhood Please Jah Jah won't you bless I can sing about happiness I can sing about joy But the pain is all so real For my little ghetto boy CHORUS