Ghetto Story Chapter 3 - Cham/Akon (阿肯)

Written by：Dave Kelly

Said this is my story

True ghetto story

Said this is my story

Real ghetto story

Hey

See I was born poor like many men who didn't have noting

Came to America trying to make some outta some

See we Africans we love hunting

Found my way up to the top like it wasn't nothing

And hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey

We use to be call laa baw and pot see

Had a lot after something after union city

In a couple of projects in NYC

I remember those days when hell was my home

When me and mama bed was a big piece a foam

An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb

When mama gone a work me go street go roam

I remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone

An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome

I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone

An the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome

But dats no betta than to play around me

And knew I kept the AK displayed around me

And I moved out to da eight to find more cheese

And I found out cars make more dan **

I remember when we run Fatta get him knee blown

An mi best friend Richie get two inna him dome

I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone

An Mickey madda fly him out cau she get a loan

But Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone

Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own

Now a we a lock the city and that is well known

Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone

Mi say Mickey

Wi get di ting dem dem outta luck now

Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now

Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now

Rah rah rah rah

Wi get di ting dem so dem haffi rate wi

Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately

And now the whole community a live greatly

Rah rah rah rah

I remember about 80 Jamaica explode

When a trinity and Tony Hewitt dem a run road

That a long before Laing dem and even Bigga ford

When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the road code

I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road

An rumor have it sey the chiney man have a sword

But we did have a one pop wey make outta board

So you know the next day mama pot overload

How could that be

Shop shops in the city call me the relieve

Never thought of flee

Some hotter po po styll caught up wit me

But then I got locked up

Then while I was boxed out

Broke us some locked out then they let me out but

Two years later my brother skrew got shot up

And got the whole block royal like now wat

Rah

Jamaica get screw tru greed an glutton

Politics manipulate and press yutes button

But we rich now so dem caan tell man notin

Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam fish an mutton ehh

Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu some in

Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin

An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasn't

Anytime mi fly down him a get about dozen cause

Wi get di ting dem dem outta luck now

Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now

Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now

Rah rah rah rah

Wi get di ting dem so dem haffi rate wi

Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately

And now the whole community a live greatly

Rah rah rah rah

I remember those days when hell was my home

When me and mama bed was a big piece a foam

An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb

When mama gone a work me go street go roam

I remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone

An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome

I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone

An the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome

I remember when we run Fatta get him knee blown

An mi best friend Richie get two inna him dome

I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone

An Mickey madda fly him out cau she get a loan

But Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone

Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own

Now a we a lock the city and that is well known

Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone

Mi say Mickey Mickey Mickey