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Along the path of broken glass
Along a path of broken glass
Lay memories of happy times
Lay the scent of mango and lime
Along the streets I called my own
Are crime infested ghettos
And ghost towns
I want the memory to haunt you
Because it won't leave me alone
Talk about this way of life
Spread it like a game of telephone
They wanted the chicken
So why should they be satisified with bones?
They duck in their homes
To miss the gunshot that a moment ago was fired
My people and I are tired
To some peace may be a luxury
And sometimes love and friendship don't mean much
And yet we survive and try our best to strive
Even with the pressure to fail
With all the fuckery wah a gwaan
Ghetto people and those without; try to previal
So I hail them up
Because they get looked down on
Talked up about
Ignorant rich people running there mouth
Till the lifestyles are reversed the less fortunate will fight
They will fight to survive and get what they need
If you don't want a war
THen why don't the rich give some of thier wealth and help these people suceed?
Dem can't do it by themselves.
