Old War Chant
Down in a the ghetto is like old Vietnam
Gun shot a bust with grenade and bomb
First fi survive a fi iron lion
Learn fi trod through great tribulation
Learn to survive off the plantation
Plant up potatoes wi plant up yam
Turn over soil cause food have fi nyam
Satta a mi yard a mi base a mi ranch
Mi saw mouth shotgun and mi gold sixpence
Jus yesterday a man rip off mi fence
And if mi catch him a shhhh silence
Now mi do di guzumbah the Old War Chant
Claim sey mi wanted is what dem want
Fi defend mi life mi bus up some corn
Dead man don't tell tale and that done gone
Jus fi survive man a so man a fi gwan
Wey dem a go do when the real war start
Can't find solution who play the part
Claim sey you bad see how fast you tek off
You use to brag how you kill and laugh
How you wicked and a rip out men heart
Carry dead man gwan thing of a wharf
Well I Jr. Gong a show you say you soft
Now Jr. Gong no matter how you brawd or you big
We naw show respect if you don't love how you live
Everyday you get up you tek on, you naw give
Big up Raggamuffin you respect, him solid
Back to the issue wey wi di a deal wid
Down in a Jamaica is like old Vietnam
Print a di eyes put a destruction
For the simplest thing man a bram bram bram
Man a live them whole life in a police station
Man a sentence fi hang and don't do a wrong
We plant sensimillia and we plant up we yam
And wi turn over soil for food have fi nyam
Satta a mi yard a mi base a mi ranch
Mi saw mouth shotgun and mi gold sixpence
Jus yesterday a man rip off mi fence
And if mi catch him a shhhh silence
Now mi do di guzumbah the Old War Chant
Claim sey mi wanted is what dem want
Fi defend mi life mi bus up some corn
Dead man don't tell tale and that done gone
Jus fi survive man a so man a fi gwan
Now really true I and I positive
Taking up a matter getting inquisitive
A blind man can see the type of life man a live
Yo Raggamuffin you is like a college
Back to the issue wey mi a deal wid
Down in a the ghetto is like old Vietnam
Gun shot a ring with grenade and bomb
First wi survive you have to be a marksman
Learn to bus shot a shot gun out a hand
Learn to survive off the plantation
Plant up potato wi plant up yam
Turn over soil for food have fi nyam
Satta a mi yard a mi base a mi ranch
Mi saw mouth shotgun and mi gold sixpence
Jus yesterday a man rip off mi fence
And if mi catch him a shhhh silence
Now mi do di guzumbah the Old War Chant
Claim sey mi wanted is what dem want
Fi defend mi life mi bus up some corn
Dead man don't tell tale and that done gone
Jus fi survive man a so man a fi gwan
Wey dem a go do when the real war start
Can't find solution who play the part
Claim sey you bad see how fast you tek off
You use to brag how you kill and laugh
How you wicked and a rip out men heart
Carry dead man gwan thing of a wharf
I Jr. Gong a show you say you soft
Now down inna di ghetto wey the poor people live
Due to sufferation some of dem think negative
Give thanks and praises to the life Jah Jah give
The elder done tell you small people get big anyway
Back to the issue wey mi di a deal wid
Down in a the ghetto is like old Vietnam
Gun shot a ring with grenade and bomb
First wi survive you have to be a marksman
Learn to bus shot a shot gun out a hand
Learn to survive off the plantation
Plant up potato wi plant up yam
Turn over soil for food have fi nyam
Satta a mi yard a mi base a mi ranch
Mi saw mouth shotgun and mi gold sixpence
Jus yesterday a man rip off mi fence
And if mi catch him a shhhh silence
Old War Chant
Down in the ghetto, it's like old Vietnam
Gunshots ringing out with grenades and bombs
First to survive, you gotta be tough
Learn to walk through all this tribulation
Learn to make it off the plantation
Planting potatoes, we’re planting yams
Turn over the soil 'cause we gotta eat
Sitting in my yard, my base, my ranch
I got a shotgun and a gold sixpence
Just yesterday, a guy ripped off my fence
And if I catch him, it’s shhhh, silence
Now I’m doing the guzumbah, the Old War Chant
Claiming what I want is what they want
To defend my life, I’m popping some corn
Dead men don’t tell tales, and that’s long gone
Just to survive, man, that’s how it goes
What are they gonna do when the real war starts?
Can’t find a solution, who plays the part?
Claiming you’re tough, see how fast you run
Used to brag about how you kill and have fun
How you’re wicked, ripping out men’s hearts
Carrying dead men, acting like a boss
Well, I’m Jr. Gong, showing you’re soft
Now Jr. Gong, no matter how you flex or you’re big
We don’t show respect if you don’t love how you live
Every day you get up, you take on, you don’t give
Big up Raggamuffin, you respect, he’s solid
Back to the issue we’re dealing with
Down in Jamaica, it’s like old Vietnam
Eyes wide open, destruction’s at hand
For the simplest things, man, it’s bram bram bram
Living their whole lives in a police station
Sentenced to hang, didn’t do a thing wrong
We plant sensimilla and we plant our yams
And we turn over soil for food we gotta eat
Sitting in my yard, my base, my ranch
I got a shotgun and a gold sixpence
Just yesterday, a guy ripped off my fence
And if I catch him, it’s shhhh, silence
Now I’m doing the guzumbah, the Old War Chant
Claiming what I want is what they want
To defend my life, I’m popping some corn
Dead men don’t tell tales, and that’s long gone
Just to survive, man, that’s how it goes
Now really true, I’m positive
Taking up a matter, getting inquisitive
A blind man can see the life we’re living
Yo Raggamuffin, you’re like a college
Back to the issue we’re dealing with
Down in the ghetto, it’s like old Vietnam
Gunshots ringing out with grenades and bombs
First to survive, you gotta be a marksman
Learn to pop shots, shotgun in hand
Learn to make it off the plantation
Planting potatoes, we’re planting yams
Turn over the soil for food we gotta eat
Sitting in my yard, my base, my ranch
I got a shotgun and a gold sixpence
Just yesterday, a guy ripped off my fence
And if I catch him, it’s shhhh, silence
Now I’m doing the guzumbah, the Old War Chant
Claiming what I want is what they want
To defend my life, I’m popping some corn
Dead men don’t tell tales, and that’s long gone
Just to survive, man, that’s how it goes
What are they gonna do when the real war starts?
Can’t find a solution, who plays the part?
Claiming you’re tough, see how fast you run
Used to brag about how you kill and have fun
How you’re wicked, ripping out men’s hearts
Carrying dead men, acting like a boss
I’m Jr. Gong, showing you’re soft
Now down in the ghetto where the poor folks live
Due to suffering, some think negative
Give thanks and praises for the life Jah Jah gives
The elder told you, small people get big anyway
Back to the issue we’re dealing with
Down in the ghetto, it’s like old Vietnam
Gunshots ringing out with grenades and bombs
First to survive, you gotta be a marksman
Learn to pop shots, shotgun in hand
Learn to make it off the plantation
Planting potatoes, we’re planting yams
Turn over the soil for food we gotta eat
Sitting in my yard, my base, my ranch
I got a shotgun and a gold sixpence
Just yesterday, a guy ripped off my fence
And if I catch him, it’s shhhh, silence