| What a gwaan professor | |
| We must get over - we mass get over | |
| Fi the ghetto youth | |
| I know it | |
| Nothing a change | |
| Everything remain the Same | |
| 'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer | |
| No food fi days | |
| Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher | |
| Mama bawl out and she call out - call out pon jah | |
| Say she pray every day fi the pain go away | |
| All now she can't get better | |
| Rifle sound- mama tear shed | |
| When she look pon the ground she see peer red | |
| And when she turn around - her son lay dead | |
| Brain shell out in a him body a just peer lead | |
| Nuff things happen through circumstances | |
| While the System designed to hurt your chances | |
| The way of your nine just get you hunted | |
| Hunted - you nuh wanted | |
| Just the under priviliged a get disadvantage | |
| You feel to yourself you're under bondage | |
| When those who you know nuh speak your language | |
| Language - nuh speak your language | |
| All we want is just freedom | |
| When we a go see the day deh | |
| Me and me people dem still a pray | |
| Cause all we see a false promises | |
| Now Mr. Babylon want take all mi hollow premises | |
| Nothing a change | |
| Everything remain the Same | |
| 'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer | |
| No food fi days | |
| Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher | |
| Mama bawl out and she call out - call out pon jah | |
| Say she pray every day fi the pain go away | |
| All now she can't get better | |
| Right now mama hungry - and na food can find | |
| Ina me gun me load two carbon | |
| Now me have to touch the street - food have to eat | |
| Mama - you just a one of a kind | |
| So many want to get away - from this way of life | |
| When all dem See around is just guns and knife | |
| A better way - far from pain and strive | |
| Fighting so hard to survive | |
| Nothing a change | |
| Everything remain the Same | |
| 'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer | |
| No food fi days | |
| Instead a life get easy it only get tougher and tougher | |
| Mama bawl out and she call out - call out pon jah | |
| Say she pray every day fi the pain go away | |
| All now she can't get better | |
| If you pick up your nine it goodly end your shine | |
| Now you find out you living a life of pure crime | |
| You don't want to but have to pon the frontline | |
| Frontline - again at the frontline | |
| And the mountain over deh so so hard to climb | |
| Looking for solutions we search to find | |
| Be sharp in this time smart in this time | |
| Find a way to unleash your gold mine | |
| Freedom - that's all in me | |
| Freedom - that's all in me | |
| Now free up all a the ghetto youth dem | |
| We want freedom - that's all in me | |
| Gentleman and professor | |
| I need jah |