Portmore ghetto story

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Yeah mon… Portmore city… St. Catherine… From di lane dem right dung a di stop light… No smile ting… straight ghetto ting. Yuh nuh know weh we come from? Zeen… hold a meds and listen.

(MALE) Weetom Lane!

(FEMALE) Cook and Dawg — man dem run di town, oh-oh!

(MALE) Cherry Lane!

(FEMALE) Smith Lane — yute dem hold it down, no, no!

(MALE) Stop light!

(FEMALE) Ting tight, baby hold on right, all night!

(MALE) Ghetto life!

(FEMALE) Mi seh ghetto life, dat’s all wi know, oh-oh!

(MALE) Portmore!

(FEMALE) Wi nuh fraid a no strife, to di core, no more!

(MALE) Wi rise!

(FEMALE) Touch di skies, spread mi wings and soar, nah compromise!

(MALE) Portmore!

(FEMALE) Dat a di call, stand up tall!

(BOTH) Portmore city! Wi born fi stand tall, oh-oh-oh!

(MALE) Mi grow up roun Weetom Lane,

(FEMALE) Oh-oh, Weetom Lane…

(MALE) Sun hot, yute dem a hustle through di strain, man a sell mango, sell juice, hold dem lane, same way di ting set, di system nevah change.

(MALE) Cook and Dawg Lane — man dem firm like stone,

(FEMALE) Firm like stone, nah back down, eh-eh…

(MALE) No bow, no bend, dem hold dem own. Ghetto yute rise, di fire dem full grown, zinc fence tremble when di bassline a moan.

(FEMALE) But when night fall, di gyal dem come out, oh-oh! Skin dem a glow, whine dem a route, ay-ay!

(MALE) Bend ova, dash it, mek di yute dem shout!

(FEMALE) Portmore after dark — dat’s weh di ting about, oh-oh-oh!

(MALE) Roll dung Cherry Lane, mango tree shade,

(FEMALE) Cherry Lane, Cherry Lane, oh-oh…

(MALE) Yute dem a build legacy, no binary trade, turn concrete and sand inna sum’n dem made, ghetto produce di fire, never produce fraid.

(MALE) Smith Lane — di realest dem gather,

(FEMALE) Realest dem gather, nah scatter, eh-eh…

(MALE) Man a move wid strength, dem nah move like actor, every scar tell a story, every wall a chapter, Portmore build we tough like a stone mason rafter.

(MALE) Dung stop light — dat a headquarters, hustler line up, yute dem bear di worse,

(FEMALE) Bear di worse, hold a verse, oh-oh…

(MALE) Still dem hold a meds, hold a reason and a verse, caan nyam di food but di music come first.

(FEMALE) But di gyal dem a watch when di yute dem a grind, oh-oh! Short skirt, no panty, di body dem a wind, ay-ay!

(MALE) Waistline a tick like a clock pon di time!

(FEMALE) Ghetto love raw — dat a di ultimate bind, oh-oh-oh!

(MALE) Weetom Lane — dawg, a deh so di ting tough,

(FEMALE) A deh so di ting tough, oh-oh…

(MALE) Yute dem pon di corner, belly empty but spirit buff, no food inna cupboard but di rhythm never stop, drum inna wi chest, every heartbeat a clap.

(MALE) Madda stretch di dollar till it pop like a twig,

(FEMALE) Pop like a twig, but wi nah dig, eh-eh…

(MALE) Fadda gone foreign, a try send a dig, but di lane dem teach wi how fi stand up and big, Portmore soil hard, but it grow wi like a fig.

(MALE) Cook and Dawg Lane — man dem nah play,

(FEMALE) Man dem nah play, nah stray, oh-oh…

(MALE) Step outta line, di lane dem whisk y