Rudeboy Pledge

Intro:

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 perserverance, 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

Chorus:

I, can-not 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, kill or be killed

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill

Verse 1:

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

Chorus:

I, can-not 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, killed or be killed

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill

Verse 2:

Some man mek it and a live betta life

And don't recall di days when we walk wid knife

Asimple 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

Chorus:

I, can-not 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, killed or be killed

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill

Verse 3:

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

Chorus:

I, can-not 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, killed or be killed

Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di hill