Intro
A true survival story
this is a Bajan Story
This is a real real story
A true survival story

Verse 1
Well I remember 12 years Christ Church was my home
Gall Hill and Parish Land gang war in ah the zone
Barry Jack and Woggy them ah terrorists pon the town
Winston Hall pun de the run shotta fraid of Rap Brown
I remember little Amanda Newton get found
A schoolboy ah turn murderer papa turn clown
I remember when them want Lord Nelson go down
Government dig him up and them just turn him round
Well I remember dem deh time police lock down "the Pine"
Big man in ah the escalade shot down the line
I remember Woodstock Teetsman dead sametime
Me friend Boonickcs yes get shot with the nine
Buggy...Certain things a rest pon me mind
Fishermen look for money but they getting prison time
Now the foreigners ah coming in ..what a good sign
Money less still the prices ah climb

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We city run red and things rough now
Government ah love we cause Rihanna bus now
Ghetto people ah go fight cause we no bluff now
Raaa! Raaa! Raaa! Raaa!
We city run red but they can't blame we
They want to stop the black woman getting baby
We nah go let the aids thing kill off we legacy
Raaa! Raaa! Raaa! Raaa!

Verse 2
Well I remember in ah the nineties that youth Sizzla bus
Every youth in ah we city dem turn innna Ras
Just before...everybody start getting conscious
When my visa application cost forty dollars
I remember when Chihuahua and Peter Ram clash
Ninja Man say them ZRs got licence to crash
The Dj get caught in the internet bash
Now flyovers the thing wey a take all we cash
I remember when the students get vex and riot with police in ah them bullet proof vest
Ronald Suki get rate in the world as the best
Obadele rock the town as the great medalist
Well I remember phonecall when me hear them shot Hall, and
Prisoners a burn down the glendairy wall
Cause the ......guys a waan change the youth morals
Them could neva take away we woman titles

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Verse 3
Well Barbados a little island
Gem in the caribbean and we dollar well strong
We educated.. still we got racism
And we own black man them a try hold we down
Turn up me tune let me tell wunna something
Tek me people outa town so we can't sell nothing
Mama hungry papa can't feed him little one
So anytime now them a go see the rusty gun

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Outro