Touch The Metal

We never foret the slum, we never, we never...
For the nation, hey
Why mi fi hype when mi know waa poor feel like?
Thats why mi always wish fi ghetto yute live a better life

Many a times mi coulda get caught up
It's just the way I was brought up
Mek yuh nuh see mi in a handcuff

Wah mi a sey

A true dem nuh have it
A weh mi never get the food fi the basket, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea
Nuff end up in a casket
A try find a way but a the hardest, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea

Yute them tired of the same old thing
Bigger heads with the same old grin
When mi say better life, mi nuh care about bling

A nuh flossing ting with champagne open
Waa bout the mother weh cyaa find the school fee
Ah the system turn the yute in a true G
Cause she was a vender when the cops enter
She and the goods them surrender

Ah true dem nuh have it
A weh mi never get the food fi the basket, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea
Nuff end up in a casket
A try find a way but a the hardest, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea

I coulda be one of those yute's
But instead mi get the rhythm and talk the truth, yea
Cause it ain't easy
And too many times we see the same story replay
And nuff waan mek it the clean way but ah...

A true dem nuh have it
A weh mi never get the food fi the basket, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea
Nuff end up in a casket
A try find a way but a the hardest, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea

A true dem nuh have it
A weh mi never get the food fi the basket, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea
Nuff end up in a casket
A try find a way but a the hardest, yea
So them go touch the metal, yea