Gospel deejay Stitchie - file

Artiste: Stitchie

Written By: Cleve Laing

Label: Drum & Bass

Producer: Cleve Laing

Intro

Well this is a Ghetto ting

All the man dem wid the zinc fence and board house

You done know

This is Stitchie's real life story

Up close and personal

Is a serious ting man

But God protect we through it

Hear me good

Chorus (X2)

Well a Massa God protect me

And the devil couldn't slay me

Real life story

A Massa God protect me

Him same one change me

My testimony

Verse 1

Olympic Gardens me born

Then go Riverton go live

Daddy and Mama couldn't afford the hillside

Play in the dump with me friend them like a mouse

Then we move go Waterhouse

And me still never loose me pride

Then, me and mama and me little sister Tit

Move go Spanish Town go live

That's the time daddy stay wide

Many nights me go to bed without a meal

And me still never steal

When hunger dig out me inside

From me a seven me a hustle in the market

And at the same age

Me get the news that me daddy died

And at the age of nine

When me inna grade three

That a the last text book that mama buy

Me use to go inna the garbage bin go take out all the books them

That the richer children tear up all the time

And I remember in high school

I get a German Lugar from a wanted man

And me tell him mi not even want a nine

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Verse 2

I remember Garvey couldn't contain

Him laugh and explain

How him get the first speshie

A Shongul them send come call me down the lane

Cause them have me as the brain

Them want me plan them first robbery

But me tell them though me pants tear up

Me a cool inna school

And them call me an idiot

So them go rob and get money and bling

And a whole mountain a thing

And after two weeks them get hot

Even though me never know it at the time

The Father have me on His mind

Or me would a end up in the cemetery

Sorry say Garvey and me friend them nuh deh yah

And them never accept

King Jesus Christ from Calvary

Remember de a jungle a dancehall

M16 a bark

And me get burnt from the spent shell

A copper shot them use kill Conti,

Dem Kill Kenneth at me gate

Me bury me friend them me never feel well

Rept.Chorus (X2)

Verse 3

I remember when politician come

Little dollars them run

Some a me friend them arm with long gun

Me friend them nuh have nuh unity

A war in the community

Gunshot buss if some nuh get none

But through the struggle me survive

And manage to stay alive

Eight of we live in a two room board house

Me never walk a build nuh strife

Never take nobody life

Them know me serious, man a soldier, man nuh cub scout

Some a me friend left yard

Rich a foreign, them a hustle

Turn them back and say Jamaica them nah go

But Uncle Sam, with that man you nuh ramp

Them go up as passengers

Him send them back down as cargo

At a concert in Brooklyn a chat

Thirteen persons get shot

And some a them did die

I remember it was on TV

Say Stitchie play number three

And me see nuff a me fans a cry

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