Letra de 'Rude Boy Pledge' de Cham

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)