Psalms 127, Selah
Except the Lord build the house,
They labour in vain that build it:
Except the Lord keep the city,
The watchman waketh but in vain.

Thank yuh, it's just another day
Selah, it's just another day

Thank yuh Jah mi wake up dis morning
Roll out di herbs before me start yawning
Tun 'round bus a kiss 'pon mi dawlin'
Tell her seh honey mi ah touch inna di steet
In di street mi see poor people bawlin'
Nuff juvenile nuh even nyam from morning
Weh di black woman future me aks him
Weh di system a do fi she? No
Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone
An ah raise two three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh di man deh? no man know dey home
Babylon have dem inna jail
Big up di juvenile dem inna di street
We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome
Dem no waan wi fi claim our own
But Africa nah found nuf hole inna road

Ghetto youth we go on and on
Babylon waan wi gone, hungry from morning till night come
Dem waan wi fi live our life so
Dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop, no
A wonder if di ghetto a go drop, no,
Dem a wonder if wi catch inna di trap, no
A wonder if Jah tun him back, no

Thank yuh Jah mi wake up dis morning
Got up an smile out when mi see it stormin'
Mi vision seh better days coming every day dat mi a pree
Mi nuh see nuh job nah no free education weh dem did promise
None ah dem never give way nothing
It's like ghetto youths lost to di system
Every day dat mi a pree, no
Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone
An ah raise two three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh di man deh? No man know dey home
Babylon have dem inna jail
Big up di juvenile dem inna di street
We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome
Dem no waan wi fi claim our own
But Africa nah found nuf hole inna road

Ghetto youth we go on and on
Babylon waan wi gone, hungry from morning till night come
Dem waan wi fi live our life so
Dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop, no
A wonder if di ghetto a go drop, no,
Dem a wonder if wi catch inna di trap, no
A wonder if Jah tun him back, no

Thank yuh Jah mi wake up dis morning
Roll out di herbs before me start yawning
Tun 'round bus a kiss 'pon mi dawlin'
Tell her seh honey mi ah touch inna di steet
In di street mi see poor people bawlin'
Nuff juvenile nuh even nyam from morning
Weh di black woman future me aks him
Weh di system a do fi she? No
Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone
An ah raise two three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh di man deh? no man know dey home
Babylon have dem inna jail
Big up di juvenile dem inna di street
We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome
Dem no waan wi fi claim our own
But Africa nah found nuf hole inna road

Ghetto youth we go on and on
Babylon waan wi gone, hungry from morning till night come
Dem waan wi fi live our life so
Dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop, no
A wonder if di ghetto a go drop, no,
Dem a wonder if wi catch inna di trap, no
A wonder if Jah tun him back, no

Thank yuh Jah mi wake up dis morning
Got up an smile out when mi see it stormin'
Mi vision seh better days coming every day dat mi a pree
Mi nuh see nuh job nah no free education weh dem did promise
None ah dem never give way nothing
It's like ghetto youths lost to di system
Every day dat mi a pree, no
Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone
An ah raise two three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh di man deh? No man know dey home
Babylon have dem inna jail