Fire inna mi eyes, the ice inna mi chest Life a make ma mi fret but, we are the solidest
The street we know inna di cred, we jam in step All when dem try fi put powder inna mi
cred On the buckle feel me deh with blood a mix inna
mi sweat But you fi believe inna everything but not
yourself Now watch the light half way through ya, you
wash up yourself Prayer, who say that no help?
The better the victory or that the buckle get dark
Dem think me lost, near kinder grass Dem can glimpse me clarks, me walk with the
light If things get