Be Proud
Down a Jungle, down a Reema
Down a Two Mile
Down a Painland
Down a Backto
Over WaterHouse
Down a Riverton, Cview Garden
Wi proud a who wi is
Proud a who wi is
Proud a the dungeon
Deh suh wi come form
Suh mi proud a every hungry days
A that meck man suh brave
And mi proud a every broke days
Caw now man a save
Be proud a who you is
Proud a who you is
Proud a the dungeon
Deh suh you come from
You need fi proud a every hungry days
A that meck you suh brave
And proud a every broke days
Now you need fi save
If hungry don't kill mi already
That cyaa kill mi again
Cause a nuff time mi hungry till mi tripe dem bend
A bulla and a bag juice
That alone mi would a jump
If mi every get a cane bump
Nuh day mi never switch up in a the gideon
In a mi one pear a sneakers
Mi one black pants
Dem time deh Jah, Jah, did a prepare me
Now as a ghetto youth, a ghetto youth a tear me
Wi naw turn wi back pon the zink fence
Wi just waan dem turn wall
And fix up mama stall
Mi waan si every sour lime become sweet
And every board house turn concrete
Nuh tell mi bout knowledge
Wi have that from the start
Wi know bout wi book but still wi street smart
Nuh tell wi bout food, weh you a try prove?
Mama a mi passion so best yo excuse
Down a Two Mile
Down a Painland
Down a Backto
Over WaterHouse
Down a Riverton, Cview Garden
Wi proud a who wi is
Proud a who wi is
Proud a the dungeon
Deh suh wi come form
Suh mi proud a every hungry days
A that meck man suh brave
And mi proud a every broke days
Caw now man a save
Be proud a who you is
Proud a who you is
Proud a the dungeon
Deh suh you come from
You need fi proud a every hungry days
A that meck you suh brave
And proud a every broke days
Now you need fi save
If hungry don't kill mi already
That cyaa kill mi again
Cause a nuff time mi hungry till mi tripe dem bend
A bulla and a bag juice
That alone mi would a jump
If mi every get a cane bump
Nuh day mi never switch up in a the gideon
In a mi one pear a sneakers
Mi one black pants
Dem time deh Jah, Jah, did a prepare me
Now as a ghetto youth, a ghetto youth a tear me
Wi naw turn wi back pon the zink fence
Wi just waan dem turn wall
And fix up mama stall
Mi waan si every sour lime become sweet
And every board house turn concrete
Nuh tell mi bout knowledge
Wi have that from the start
Wi know bout wi book but still wi street smart
Nuh tell wi bout food, weh you a try prove?
Mama a mi passion so best yo excuse
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Writer(s): 0, Roy Augustus Thompson
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