(Chorus) And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town Jamaica town, Jamaica town
And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town Jamaica town, Jamaica town
And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town Jamaica town, Jamaica town
And mi seh come meck mi tek yo to di Jamaica town Jamaica town, Jamaica town
(Verse 1) This is the land of my birth From hardcore roots wi naw go divert Regardless Jamaica have di most dirt Fi di high grade cush wi no haffi Google fi search Tourist tour Ochi, dem no know Down Kert Dem no si Water House pon tourist advert A no farmer alone buried things under dirt Round yah wi no study informer work
That’s why mi naw go tek yo paw no journey to no white sand beach Mi come fi tek yo weh di tugs dem live A no face dem a rub when yo hear dem a bleach A no pat dem a cook when man food a go eat
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(Verse 2) Jam Rock, Jamaica, Jam Down, yard Mi love mi likkle island although things hard Dem seh yo cyaa wet hi if yo open a morgue And weh yo come from determine if yo get a job When di thing dem a beat paw repeat like delay Wi still inna di street like asphalt everyday Wi straight like arrow and wi no play monopoly And inna market alone wi have fruits a display
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(Verse 3) Seven days a di week is a street dance Watch di police dem a hustle and a freelance Tell di government fi find some deliverance Yo cyaa rule people mind wid ignorance When di youths dem a roll and a tear in di streets Dem no waan hear seh y o cyaa share in di streets No true yo si mi tan up wid mi gun pon til Mi likkle island meck mi feel complete