Rock City - People k** People lyrics

Virgin Islands, we deh here, peace sign inna the air, (right about now) V.I a war zone, I need a call please, the cops a crooked home, oh father help me please, Mudda nah home, son gone ah streets go roam, Mach-11 pon dem side, deh use to shoot Jerome, Pick up deh paper this mornin' mornin, read another one fallen, fallen, every country, every town, Lot a youth dem layin down, 6 feet under the ground, and now, we takin' our paradise turnin it to a prison, Don't know if tomorrow if we will be even livin', tryin' and I hopin' and I prayin' and I wishin', that the youths would stop k**in' cause, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, black 4-5 affi leave you pon the see thru, rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' everyday, from di rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' where we stay, Nuff gunshot ah flyin out, thats what them ah cryin bout, if you nuh dead already then your lucky to be livin', Government nuh care about, the ghetto so we air them out, the politiciandem the onesdem need fi be in prison, We do whatever we can to survive, dung in the ghetto, no matter where we go never forget, we from the ghetto, we came from out the slums, livin' very uncomfortable, and when my money done, me affi move back to the ghetto, every other day, somebody gettin' spray, gunshotdem ah ringin' out, We affi find a way, fi get up and fly away, out of my mudda and mi fadda house, cause Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, black 4-5 affi leave you pon the see thru, rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' everyday, from di rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' where we stay, rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' everyday, from di rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' where we stay, V.I a war zone, I need a call please, the cops a crooked home, oh father help me please, Mudda nah home, son gone ah streets go roam, Mach-11 pon dem side, deh use to shoot Jerome, Pick up deh paper this mornin' mornin, read another one fallen, fallen, every country, every town, Lot a youth dem layin down, 6 feet under the ground, and now, we takin' our paradise turnin it to a prison, Don't know if tomorrow if we will be even livin', tryin' and I hopin' and I prayin' and I wishin', that the youths would stop k**in' cause, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, Gun nah k**, people, people k** people, black 4-5 affi leave you pon the see thru, rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' everyday, from di rom-pa-pa-pom-pom-pack a AK, man and man ah dyin' where we stay.