Rude Times

Rufftime we having down here,
Bad time to people living here there's no doubt.
Rude Bwoy a dem without fear,
...Against the system, me always ready to shout.

People inna the city try to live it day by day,
Workin fi di man, just to get their daily pay.
Life inna di ghetto aint no different from your place,
It isnt Africa, but we still live a rat race.
What you gonna do, when they point a gun at you,
And make ya hit the floor before they pierce you number two.
Too much situations getting too much out of line,
All of this comes from the land of Port wine.

Rufftime we having down here,
Bad time to people living here there's no doubt.
Rude bwoy a dem without fear,
Against the system, me always ready to shout.

People without wealth,
Easily become the enemy of itself,
Striving everyday to put some food on their shelf,
Hoping that the problems happen to someone else...
(Lord a hear me!)
...Dem controlin the war!
In their fancy suits and with their money off-shore,
Plotting amongst them the ways of getting some more,
Bigger the confusion, more the things get hardcore.

Everyday dem liars!
Mal formation, information, feed us, bad fires!
Missed communication from these nation vampires!
Puppets on no string, instead we have the barbed wires!
(Wanna beat them!)
It's a serious situation,
Youth are packing guns, instead of picking playstations,
Ride inna di gang and start to build them foundations,
For a life of crime, and full of low expectations.

Rufftime we having down here,
Bad time to people living here there's no doubt.
Rude bwoy a dem without fear,
Against the system, me always ready to shout!