1. My pocket is week, my heart is willing 

Ah want a pound a rice, but can't find a shillin 

Can't buy the chicken back, much less the chicken 

Turn left and right is pure gunshot a fling 

Every whey mi guh is wicked song them a sing 

Now hear mi now Queens, and hear mi now Kings 

All over this world, local and Foreign 

Black and white, mi naah prejudice skin 

Now hear mi mister Lou, mister Wong and mister Chin 

To kill another man what good does that bring 

i feel it so much till cold bump take mi skin 

Mi head start to hurt mi, and mi eyes dem a spin 



CHO 



Who give the guns, who give the crack 

No-one to take the blame 

And a who import the guns and cocaine 

And a who innaculate the ghetto youths brain 

And mobilize dem inna this Bloodsport game 

Say if you want to rich, you haffi kill Shane 

And wicked enough to kill him mother miss Jane 

Mek dem say you a di wickedest man pon the lane 

And if you want you respect fi long like a train 

Well you better make shot fall like a rain 

You haffi put one foot pon then concord plane 

Hey, you better sell twenty kilo a cocaine 



CHO