The road to success is not straight There's a curve called failure A loop called confusion Speed bumps called friends And red lights called enemies Caution signs called family And flat tires called jobs But if you have a spare called determination And a engine called perseverance With insurance called faith And the drive to make it You'll reach a place called success (can you hear me?) This one is for the ghetto youths dem Man a ghetto youth for life (yo!) I can, not forget where I come from No mount a money cyaa change man Still blaze the skunk But some leave the 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 (because) I've been through struggles and wars I man survive it with just a few scars Nuff man dead some gone behind bars Suh right now real ghetto youths don't fear police cars Experience teaches knowledge I graduate from the the street side collage Back when the whole a wi a share one sausage Suh every now and then mi send back a package (weh Cham seh) Cho Some man mek it an a live a better life An don't recall the days when we a walk wid knife A simple argument bring strife, Some man a diss dem baby mada fi dem uptown wife Dem a front but I have my doubt Si dem in the club a flash cash all about A pose like thug when in fact dem a scout 'Cause dem never look back dem rich and sell-out (But) I can, not forget where I come from No mount a money cyaa change man Still blaze the skunk But some leave the 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 (because) When I was small and growing up If we cooked then Paul is showing up Paul left town since then he's blowing up Now him buy Benz him nuh remember him frenz (but) The other day him get rob 'pon di block Broad daylight like round 12 o'clock Him come 'pon di corner wid him little fake act And from him turn millionaire him neva give nutt'n back (But) I can, not forget where I come from No mount a money cyaa change man Still blaze the skunk But some leave the 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 (because)