Rude Boy Pledge

The road to success is not straight

There's a curve called failure

A loop called confusion

Speed bumps called friends

And red lights called enemies

Caution signs called family

And flat tires called jobs

But if you have a spare called determination

And a engine called perseverance

With insurance called faith

And the drive to make it

You'll reach a place called success (can you hear me?)

This one is for the ghetto youths dem

Man a ghetto youth for life (yo!)

I can, not forget where I come from

No mount a money cyaa change man

Still blaze the skunk

But some leave the ghetto get rich and turn punk

But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't

Worship money that's not what counts

Kill or be killed

Somehow I have to buy mama house 'pon di hill (because)

I've been through struggles and wars

I man survive it with just a few scars

Nuff man dead some gone behind bars

Suh right now real ghetto youths don't fear police cars

Experience teaches knowledge

I graduate from the the street side collage

Back when the whole a wi a share one sausage

Suh every now and then mi send back a package (weh Cham seh)

Cho

Some man mek it an a live a better life

An don't recall the days when we a walk wid knife

A simple argument bring strife,

Some man a diss dem baby mada fi dem uptown wife

Dem a front but I have my doubt

Si dem in the club a flash cash all about

A pose like thug when in fact dem a scout

'Cause dem never look back dem rich and sell-out

(But)

I can, not forget where I come from

No mount a money cyaa change man

Still blaze the skunk

But some leave the ghetto get rich and turn punk

But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't

Worship money that's not what counts

Kill or be killed

Somehow I have to buy mama house 'pon di hill (because)

When I was small and growing up

If we cooked then Paul is showing up

Paul left town since then he's blowing up

Now him buy Benz him nuh remember him frenz (but)

The other day him get rob 'pon di block

Broad daylight like round 12 o'clock

Him come 'pon di corner wid him little fake act

And from him turn millionaire him neva give nutt'n back

(But)

I can, not forget where I come from

No mount a money cyaa change man

Still blaze the skunk

But some leave the ghetto get rich and turn punk

But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't

Worship money that's not what counts

Kill or be killed

Somehow I have to buy mama house 'pon di hill (because)