Jamaican dancehall artiste Tommy Lee Sparta spices up our playlists with yet this lovely song called ‘Ghetto Cry’.
It was produced by Boss Lady Muzik. Listen and enjoy it below.
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QUOTED LYRICS
Don’t let it go, Don’t let it go
Don’t let it go, (Don’t let it go)
Ghetto youth open up your eyes
The system a use craft and style
R.I.P to a real G down inna di soil
Who de a jail house cya see the sun light uuuuuuu
Don’t let it go, (Don’t let it go)
Ghetto youth open up your eyes
The system a use craft and style
R.I.P to a real G down inna di soil
Who de a jail house cya see the sun light uuuuuuu
Don’t let it go, Don’t let it go
Don’t let it go, (Don’t let it go)
Ghetto youth open up your eyes
The system a use craft and style
R.I.P to a real G down inna di soil
Who de a jail house cya see the sun rise
Don’t let it go, (Don’t let it go)
Ghetto youth open up your eyes
The system a use craft and style
R.I.P to a real G down inna di soil
Who de a jail house cya see the sun rise
Ghetto youth always get di most fight
Come off a di road before a touch night
The feds dem a look raise a pay
So dem power dem have a exercise
My ghetto youth taxi driver
Me feel it if di union bikas
Come off a di road before a touch night
The feds dem a look raise a pay
So dem power dem have a exercise
My ghetto youth taxi driver
Me feel it if di union bikas
Dem fight di hustle when di sky larke
Dem find me as gun man
Sometimes I can’t help it but cry
Tears a me eye and me mind runnin wild
I don’t wanna turn into my ego
But sometimes me no like people
Stay by meself and ah hide from trouble
Trouble find me
Me and police inna meetin
Dem find me as gun man
Sometimes I can’t help it but cry
Tears a me eye and me mind runnin wild
I don’t wanna turn into my ego
But sometimes me no like people
Stay by meself and ah hide from trouble
Trouble find me
Me and police inna meetin
The ghetto cries
The ghetto cry
The system have we as a criminal
Them no wah see we rise
Dem nuh gi we Visa fi fly
Dem no wah we live life
As we make a likkle money and gone up town
Pan we dem have eyes
The ghetto cry
(Uuuuuu)
The ghetto cry
The system have we as a criminal
Them no wah see we rise
Dem nuh gi we Visa fi fly
Dem no wah we live life
As we make a likkle money and gone up town
Pan we dem have eyes
The ghetto cry
(Uuuuuu)
