Digging shallow holes,

Playing with these dutty marbles,

Though I rap,

I grew up on Cartel and Movado,

I'm spitting facts and the flowers in the pot is sorrel,

It's my roots like calypso, short shirt and arrow, Had some rastaman told me to walk the straight and narrow,

Your knees buckle from the bones like they taking marrow,

Falling face first sliding you can taste the gravel,

Come from straw hats coconuts and raising cattle,

Vision tunneled like it's carpal,

Used to play with dutty marbles,

(Interlude)

And not cuz man grow up a play marbles,

Dust in the dirt so them can get a clean shot, (Used to play wit dutty marbles),

Not cuz man grow up dat way nuh bother feel like man nuh wan big tings inna life,

Ya check, we tryna do this shit dawg

(Used to play wit dutty marbles)

Batta slippers just bust from between my toes, Running too hard tryna push it back between the hole,

Bob Marley said the ganja will reveal ya soul,

The team wins together but it’s still to each his own,

I'm coming home,

Been saying that for six years now but still on the road,

And never unopposed,

Been bitter so long I can’t stomach hope,

But it could change in a flash like a thunderbolt,

Used to play with dutty marbles,

Eyes red from beach water was never goggles,

Dutty marbles,

Dutty marbles,