Pon di Plaza (feat. Chronixx)

Winners never quit

I'm gonna try until I get it in the end

Whoa-yo-yo, "Where the hypocrites," I say, no

Use to hustle 'pon di plaza with grandma

Them never know your style, yeah-yeah

Up, up, and away tell poverty goodbye

Rich, rich, rich, them a ball out when the Rasta pass by

Hail Rastafari, the original king

Balancing the spirit with material things

Been through it all, so many times I fall

Still it made me strong, keep holding on

Nuh money make we rich, we rich in the spirit forever more

A nuh-nuh-nuh Benz and Beamer

Nuff people drive pretty car and poor in them soul

Them drive pass we and see a them they know

We used hustle 'pon di place with grandma

Them never know we a star, yeah-yeah

Up, up, and away tell poverty goodbye

Rich, rich, rich, them a ball out when the Rasta pass by

Hail Rastafari, the original king

Balancing the spirit with material things

And a vex, them vex, eh, eh

Surprise them surprise, how Rasta survive

No wan' hear no noise

Mi never see no guide when it was just we in these streets

The Most High always with me

Spain Town did see me a hustle 'pon di plaza with grandma

Now 'round the world we a par, yeah-yeah

Up-up, and away tell poverty goodbye

Rich, rich, rich, them a ball out when the Rasta pass by

Hail Haile Selassie (Rastafari) an original king

Balancing the spirit with material things

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah (goodbye)

Dem a ball out when the Rasta pass by

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah (Rastafari)

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Balancing the spirit with material things (oh, yeah-yeah)

Tilale

Ti-la-la-le-la-le

Ti-la-la-le-la-le

Ti-la le-la, le

The ghetto youths nah suffer no more

Rastaman nah suffer no more

We nah suffer no more

Africa nah suffer no more

Rastafari deliver we

Haile Selassie deliver I, oh, deliver I

Haile Selassie deliver I

Rastafari deliver I, Rastafari deliver we

Rastafari deliver we

A mi say, Jah-Jah deliver me

Winners never quit

Try until we get it, until we get it

Up-up, and away tell poverty goodbye

A rich, rich, rich, them a ball out when the Rasta pass by

Hail Rastafari, the original king

Balancing the spirit with material things