Rudeboy Pledge

Baby Cham

Intro: 
The road to success is not straight, there's a curve called failure 
A loop called confusion, speed bumps called friends 
And red light called enemies, caution signs called family 
And flat tires called jacks, but if you have a spare called determination 
And an engine called perserverance, with insurance called faith 
And the drive to make it, you'll reach a place called success 
Can you hear me! Dat one yah a fi di ghetto youth dem 
Yo star this a murder! Man a ghetto youth fi life, yo 

Chorus: 
I, can-not forget where I come, from 
No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk 
But some leave di 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 

Verse 1: 
I've been through struggles and wars 
I mon survive it with justa few scars 
Nuff man dead some gone behind bars 
So right now real ghetto yutes don't fear police cars 
Experience stage it's knowledge 
Eye bloody up from di streets and college 
But when di whole a we share one sausage 
Serve a now and then mi haffi send back a package 
Weh Cham seh 

Chorus: 
I, can-not forget where I come, from 
No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk 
But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk 
But I, won't, forget my roots cause I, don't, worship money 
That's not what counts, killed or be killed 
Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill 

Verse 2: 
Some man mek it and a live betta life 
And don't recall di days when we walk wid knife 
Asimple argument bring strife 
Some man a diss dem baby modda fi dem Uptown wife 
Dem a front but he a find out 
See dem inna di club and flash cash all about 
And post like thug when in fact dem a scout 
Nuff a dem neva look back dem rich and sell out, but 

Chorus: 
I, can-not forget where I come, from 
No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk 
But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk 
But I, won't, forget my roots cause I, don't, worship money 
That's not what counts, killed or be killed 
Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill 

Verse 3: 
Yo! When I was small and growin up 
If we cook than fall is showin up 
Paul left town since Dennis blown up 
Now him have Benz and nah memba him friend 
But, di odda day him get back on di old block 
Broad daylight like round 12 O'Clock 
And come pon di corna wid dem likkle fake act 
And from dem tun millionaire and neva give nuttin back, but 

Chorus: 
I, can-not forget where I come, from 
No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk 
But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk 
But I, won't, forget my roots cause I, don't, worship money 
That's not what counts, killed or be killed 
Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill


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