Living in a war zone. If a no di beast then is the dog heart teif that won't leave I alone.

Every day financial stress, try to put I to the test, but at least I know I'm home.

When I look through my window, see sun in January, no snow.

Greet my neighbours, love & happiness, feel the breeze from the sea upon my chest,

I say I must confess, I feel so very blessed, and I,

Seh me love me owna yard, and me nah run leff it,

Seh me love me owna yard, and me haffi defend it.

Seh me love me owna yard, till the day that I die, sometimes I don't know why, but me love, me love me, love me love me,

Sundays by the seaside. Beautiful wife and children by my side.

Fish is on the table enough for four, but even if we haffi feed more, we still have fun playing in the sand, yu understand.

But Monday morning, what a different thing. The rat race start up again.

Tuesday morning what a shame, likkle Johnny down the lane mek a move weh never pay.

And was found in the gully gun slain, but still I,

Seh me love me owna yard, and me nah run leff it,

Seh me love me owna yard, and me haffi defend it.

Seh me love me owna yard, till the day that I die, sometimes I don't know why, but me love, me love me, love me love me,

Seh me love me owna yard, and me nah run leff it,

Seh me love me owna yard, and me haffi defend it.

Seh me love me owna yard, till the day that I die, sometimes I don't know why, but me love, me love me, love me love me,

Aaayaaathis is the land of opportunity, for you and me.