Me really have some question weh me know u want fi ask,
Bear with me for a second dem no organise a ra**,
Why people weh badmind never have nothing good fi talk?
Good people die young & badmind people live til dem hair white & look like chalk?
Why girls who a look fi love a check u pocket fuss?
When since a artist haffi dis a artist just fi get a buss?
Why no one wants to help you work fi get u own?
& when u start mek money them quick fi tear u down?
Why people get so paronoid a pre u everyday?
The second a man put dung badness a him them want fi slay?
Why the police them story always sound the same?
Why when man get in a trouble dem call up gangster name?
Why them say hardwork a the key to success?
& when u never use to work you had more money & less stress?
Why every ghetto youth dream a fi turn into a dadz?
When the dadz dem drop out faster than a knife in a scandal bag?
Why when the money run it always share up bad?
Why me write this poem...a too much time me have?