Odds

I have never met a badman
That says
Him wah the yute dem get up and spray
No guns
Get up and Spray no guns
I have never met a real killa
That seeks for his child to turn out just like him never
Never hear that at all

Times just hard from dem birth
Till dem inna cemetery
No body in the family has been to tertiary
So dem stuck inna di ghetto
Opportunities nuh many
It hurt me fi see how poverty hereditary
If yuh nuh born inna money
Then the odds slim
You get a buss and go a farrin'
Fi a betta life
And realize the fight even worse cause yuh black skin
People hungry annuh acting

I have never met a badman
That says
Him wah the yute dem get up and spray
No guns
Get up and Spray no guns
I have never met a real killa
That seeks for his child to turn out just like him never
Never hear that at all

When morning sun come
And pickney start rise
Belly start turn
And pickney start cry
Bills need fi pay
Dem soon lock off light
And di next likkle money a nuh till fortnight
Desperation is well recognized by evil
And it step een and try
Fi tempt once an innocent man
To become someone else
And start fi raise the carbine

I have never met a badman
That says
Him wah the yute dem get up and sell nuh drugs
Get up and Sell nuh drugs
I have never met a real choppa
That seeks for his child to become a scammer and thief never
Never, hear that at all

What are the odds that they facing
What are the odds that they facing
What are the odds that they facing
What are the odds that they facing
What are the odds that they facing
What are the odds
Oh
What are the odds
Oh oh oh

I have never met a badman
That says
Him wah the yute dem get up and spray
No guns
Get up and Spray no guns
I have never met a real killa
That seeks for his child to turn out just like him never
Never hear that at all



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Writer(s): Brandon Shakespeare, Gavin O'brian Lawrence
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