[Intro] Wah gwaan… Kingston, Jamaica Mi deh yah From downtown to uptown This a fi we story Ya man [Verse 1] Born where the zinc fence shake when the bassline drop Mama say, “Yute, stay sharp when you walk that block” Sun hot pon di road, dust under mi feet Sound system rumble from the end of the street Pickney dem running, barefoot, laughing loud Old man playing dominoes drawing a crowd Gyal by the shop say, “Wah gwaan, my yute?” Bredren roll through with the riddim on mute Kingston pretty, but Kingston rough Some man have plenty, some never have enough Big house on the hill, zinc roof down below Same hot sun, but a different kind of road Mama work hard just fi keep food pon plate Tell me “Nuh follow badness, choose your fate” So mi grow with the pressure and love in mi chest Kingston teach you early how fi give your best [Pre-Chorus] Mi deh yah Still standing strong Whole heap a pressure But we carry on Kingston nights Kingston sun Different stories But the island one [Chorus] Kingston, Kingston Mi yard, mi home From Half Way Tree To the streets we roam Kingston, Kingston Riddim in mi soul Hard life sometimes But the people stay whole Big up di mothers Big up di youth Big up everybody Still living their truth Kingston, Kingston Mi nah run away This a fi mi city Every night, every day [Verse 2] Taxi man shout while the traffic lock tight Vendor still selling when it turn midnight Jerk smoke rise and the whole lane smell sweet Bassline bounce straight through concrete Some yute want school, some yute want fame Some get caught too early in a dangerous game Babylon roll through, everybody watch One wrong move and the whole place hot But don’t get it twisted, this ain’t only pain First drop fall and the kids dance in rain Neighbour bring food when your cupboard run low One bredren struggle, everybody know Auntie say “come yah, tek something fi eat” Old gentleman nod when you pass on the street Somebody always got a story fi tell Kingston got scars, but Kingston got soul as well [Chorus] Kingston, Kingston Mi yard, mi home From downtown streets To wherever we roam Kingston, Kingston Riddim in mi soul Hard life sometimes But the people stay whole Big up di mothers Big up di youth Big up everybody Still living their truth [Bridge] Wah gwaan, bredren? Mi deh yah, still No silver spoon Just heart and will Nuff pressure Nuff fight But Saturday night Sound system bright Gyal dem dancing Yute dem laugh Old heads reason Bout the future and past Mi nah say perfect Mi nah tell no lie But when that Kingston sun hit You feel alive [Verse 3] Sunday morning, church clothes clean Ladies step sharp like a magazine Gentlemen fresh, everybody greet “Morning, mama,” when you pass pon di street Family gather, pot bubbling slow Music in the yard when the trade wind blow One cousin abroad send a little thing home Still call Jamaica whenever dem alone Cause yard is yard, wherever you stay You carry that Kingston inside every day The slang, the food, the laugh, the sound That little piece of island follows you around So big up di people still holding it down From the hills looking over Kingston town Rich or poor, uptown, downtown When the riddim drop hard, everybody come round [Final Chorus] Kingston, Kingston Mi yard, mi home Blue sky above me Hot road below Kingston, Kingston Mi heart know the way Whole heap a struggle Still we find joy every day Big up di mothers Big up di youth Big up di ladies And gentlemen too Kingston, Kingston Mi nah run away Mi deh yah, Jamaica Every night, every day [Outro] Wah gwaan? Mi deh yah. Big up yourself. Big up di family. Big up di whole community. Likkle more… Kingston.
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