In the street, me see poor people bawling

 Off juvenile, the onion from morning

 Where the black woman future me yonks in

 Where the system a do fishy

 Now, big up the girl, dem a fight it alone

 And a race to three, pick me pon dem own

 Where the man dey, no man no dey own

 Babylon have dem inna jail

 Big up the juvenile, dem inna the street

 Where you say dem a fi make it and not touch the chrome

 Dem know how we fi claim our own

 Turn round, bust a kiss for me dawning

 Tell her, say, honey, me a touch inna the street

 In the street, me see poor people bawling

 Off juvenile, these onion from morning

 Where the black woman future me oxen

 Where the system a do fishy

 Now, big up the girl, dem a fight it alone

 And a race to three, pick me pon dem own

 Where the man dey, no man no dey own

 Babylon have dem inna jail

 Big up the juvenile, dem inna the street

 Where you say dem a fi make it and not touch the chrome