Di yute weh buss dem gun fi fun and ah mek blood run

Jah carry dem home!

Di poor Princess weh sell her body fi money

Jah Jah carry her home!

For I have been a victim of, my environment and ignorant thoughts

But my intent is genuine

So be a better man than I have been



No guts, no glory

Become the fullness of the story

No guts, no glory

I am di only one who knows me

No guts, no glory

I'm a Rasta, not an OG

No guts, no glory

From di Black dust, I rise