[Verse 1]

Living life like a ground hog

Black bandana, and it sounds off

Sirens and violence -

24/7, no days off

As a younger he tried to be a pro baller

But no scouts never called up -

Now you catch him on the corner

Number one gunner, and he's rising the tall up

Weren't the life that he wanted

Older brother doing 10 for a gun ting

He swore down, he wasn't on that

Black balaclava and gloves for the robbery

Dem time there, he's looking food for the family

Buss gunshot and drink brandy

Living at home with his mumzies

There weren't one day that he had to go hungry

[Hook]

It goes on and on

[Verse 2]

Now he said that he worked out

The olders are cool but they're burnt out

They haven't put in work for the last couple years

So according to him they don't dump out

Anyway he got shift with a couple boxes

Boydem run up in his mumzies

Lucky that he never had the .45 -

Dirty Babylon they would have loved it

So when the judge slapped him with a sentence

Not one ounce of repentance

Tried the screw face ting when he was about on the wing

But when he got punched up he remembered -

That he wasn't bout that life on the inside

Never had the heart of a warrior

Started promising himself that he weren't coming back

Got surrounded by goons and he felt like a foreigner

Anyway, them man a touch road

Now he's saying "get down or lay down!" -

Upgraded himself, from mini to a monster

Brand new bully in the playground -

Mumsie can't take it

She goes hard with the prayers on the Sunday

She beg Jesus for guidance -

And mercy to show him a better way

But anyway my mans Muslim

He goes hard with the war on a Friday

He said he's done with the bacon -

But he still goes ham, with the lemon and the high-grade

[Hook]

On and on...

...it goes on and on

The pressure is rising

We keep on surviving

There's no disguising...

...it goes on and on

The road that you're taking

The world that you're making

There's no escaping

It goes on and on

Now we got a new chapter

Life of a new wave gangsta

When my don said he's picking up boxes

Cash in hand, he ain't hollerin' a sponsor

Now he knows about Obeah

So he's spending big money on the dark side

Try pay for protection, pray for protection

Shook, he was just hoping he won't die -

'Cause nobody wants gun shots

Never get caught slipping on the wrong side

Yo, the streets look, then the streets chat

He heard somebody just put money on his headback!

But he said, he don't even bidniss

He said "DEM MAN BETTER GET A REFUND!" -

He don't leave yard without the big ting

He said, funeral, but it ain''t his one! -

Yo

Muzsie can't take it

She goes hard with the prayers on a Sunday

She knows he won't make it -

But she still beg Jesus to hear what she's got to say

But anyway, my mans dumping!

He put shots in their face and headback!

Man a move scary, like a Halloween pumpkin -

Dem man that buss gun - dem man, dem don't take chat!

[Hook]

It goes on and on...

(...on and on...)

(...on and on...)

(...on and on...)

(...on and on...)

(...on and on...)

(...on and on...)

(...on and on...)