I told them straight, no fear, he inna mi blood
Could have buried the seed but the king still back
Place check when the bassline talk
Chop and read him, holy like flood
David with the sling when mi step on stage
Still fight, tryna team up with a king man rage
Certain boy a chat, pay attention and page
For mi vice that you hold them locked in a cage
Mi normalness, mi cherry like stress
Six miles in the sun, our life is a mess
So mi count every blessing and move it finesse
God write the script so mi never second guess
Charlie get the music