Cham - Rude Boy Pledge lyrics

The road to success is not straight, there's a curve called failure A loop called confusion, speed bumps called friends And red light called enemies, caution signs called family And flat tires called jacks but if you have a spare called determination And an engine called perseverance, with insurance called faith And the drive to make it, you'll reach a place called success Can you hear me? Dat one yah a fi di ghetto youth dem Yo, star this a murder, man, a ghetto youth fi life, yo I cannot forget where I come from No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money That's not what counts, k** or be k**ed Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill I've been through struggles and wars I mon survive it with justa few scars Nuff man dead some gone behind bars So right now real ghetto yutes don't fear police cars Experience stage, it's knowledge Eye bloody up from di streets and college But when di whole a we share one sausage Serve a now and then mi haffi send back a package Weh Cham seh I cannot forget where I come from No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money That's not what counts, k** or be k**ed Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill Some man mek it and a live betta life And don't recall di days when we walk wid knife A simple argument bring strife Some man a diss dem baby, modda fi dem Uptown wife Dem a front but he a find out See dem inna di club and flash cash all about And post like thug when in fact dem a scout Nuff a dem neva look back dem rich and sell out but I cannot forget where I come from No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money That's not what counts, k** or be k**ed Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill Yo, when I was small and growin' up If we cook than fall is showin' up Paul left town since Dennis blown up Now him have Benz and nah memba him friend But di odda day him get back on di old block Broad daylight like round 12 o'clock And come pon di corna wid dem likkle fake act And from dem tun millionaire and neva give nuttin back, but I cannot forget where I come from No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money That's not what counts, k** or be k**ed Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill