It Would NEVER Be Easy

(Jamaican speaking)
Just use your imagination.
Ghetto, with a slums background.
Uptown, living in a shack like garrison.
Could never be, wouldn't be easy.

(Verse one)
Picture Portia, a life in Spain, no blood drawn ghetto.
Rasta living in a villa, seven days no killer.
Living a white mans life, children and a wife.
Imagine, smoking no weed just eating the flesh stake.
Having sex with your wife, not dazzled or stoned, full awake.
No dealing the hood merchandise.
Cleaning up, just leaves, rake!
Imagine this, now a mansion from a raw ghetto.
Still hearing victims on turf screaming, an echo.
It wouldn't be easy, to live like this.
It's just so nice, but it would be nice to see us rise.
Living a free ghetto and thug life.

(Outro)
It wouldn't be easy.
(Nah, nah man)
No man in the ghetto, would see this.
(Nah, nah man)