Letters

You see Tafari you way too wealthy, way too healthy
You know why they need you, you know why they felt me
Man of the people, so dem cyaa jail we
Di whole of dem see through, so dem cyaa shell we
You coulda be anyting you waan fi be
Cyaa give up ghetto yute fi dream
Don't get rich and sell out ah your soul fi keep
Tek a moment fi yourself and just low di scene
Now look ah who have di city pon lock
Yuh see say dem nuh want ghetto yutes pon top
Dem wan shot we down but dem cyaa stop we now
Dem cyaa stop we now

This is a letter to you
Please stand tried and true
Ah you set di trend dem fi true
None of them can style you
This is a letter to you
Please stand tried and true
All when dem waan try to
None of them can style you

Give thanks fi life
For the pain, and the struggle and strife
Listen good you haffi hear man right
Nuh switch lanes fi di fame and lights
Ah whole heap you learn, whole heap you earn
Di money just ah mek, it a turn it a turn
Know seh you haffi stand solid and firm
Know seh you haffi stand solid and firm
Ghetto yutes you fi reach fi di stars
Never let the money change who you are
Follow the DNA written in you arms
Dem full of fear you can see it from afar

This is a letter to you
Please stand tried and true
Ah you set di trend dem fi true
None of them can style you
This is a letter to you
Please stand tried and true
All when dem waan try to
None of them can style you

Tell you the truth they lied to me
Maybe cuz I am everything that they tried to be
Maybe cuz I always knew the throne felt right to me
All of the fake love just didn't feel right to me rightfully
It aint a crime to be
Solid as a rock mummy please dont cry for me
Heart full of love so dem hate cyaa stifle me
Send my love to the universe and it comes right to me
Right to me



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Writer(s): Dujohn Barnes
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