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Youths a Live Up (Richie Spice) · The Very Best of Beenie Man: Gold (Beenie Man) · The Best of Two Badd DJ's: Beenie Man & Spragga Benz (Spragga Benz) · Best of Beenie Man: Collector's Edition [2 CD] (Beenie Man) · Beenie Man [DVD/CD] (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Ghetto Man (Marvin Sease) – and 90 other albums »


live in a di village
Woh a afta paper dem live some all a wipe car glass
Man a laugh and have big talk
All ghetto youth a fi unoo time now fi talk
from the truth 
Oh yes 
To war with who me dwell 
To I man that is hell 
Can't live so fi Ghetto Youths 

To see love amongst my friends to Sizzla
the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J 
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play 

Drop top
flow and you will grow
If not you get tripped up in the ghetto

[Chorus: x2]
This is for the youth black love
This is for the ghetto, black love,
I can't see it

[Chorus: Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
within yourself

CHORUS (Bis)

Why dutty Babylon want see the ghetto youths stalling
Nothing could stop the ghetto youths from rising
They try to hold us
deal

Nowadays, records are played and superstars are made
Still mothers in the ghetto, rent don't get payed
As a result, bullets are sprayed
never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this

[Chorus: Phiness]
Open your eyes up, people can`t you see?
It`s gettin` harder by the day for you
Working at a very young age,
trying to help my parents pay the rent
I grew up in the ghetto where we lived day by day
Blue collar worker, no
everyday the ghetto youths dead up

[Verse 1]
Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Fi mek poor people surround by danger
Fly an the roach an giant
everyday the ghetto youths dead up

[Verse 1]
Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Fi mek poor people surround by danger
Fly an the roach an giant
hop enzymes with pride kicks inside
Dig the threads the nappy heads

Bobbin' over beats that sleeps with ghetto slang
No sirens just felts and wax
the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash escobar

Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying
Now that we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give back
For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and exact
Squeeze the juice out,
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful 



See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead 



Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
To the neighborhood info where the poison wind blows
A deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously
Unto every city be in ghetto misery
Don't let it get to me,
richer, the poor keep dyin' young
I can't hide no more, the time has come

I was born in the ghetto
Tremblin', tryin' to stay alive
'Cause when you're born
to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings
to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings
would press rewind
and replace my crooked days with a righteous life
to all the youths in the ghetto I leave this saying
if you can't do the time don't
niggaz is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man
we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight
And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates
off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I
the roof!!
This one's dedicated to the CISI missing youth, cause
This hit the teacher with another style of mashin up
a damn dance, jams get, jammed by the PRT
Yeah-ha
Yeah
Yeah-ha
Yeah

Youth lost me running through the fields
She caught me off guard, baby, she caught me by the heels
A child of nature does