I do me reading, I put me trust in a the most high God
Cause of him me believe in
Na, na, na, na, good salvation, a lone last favour
The struggle ungle make you get tougher whenever
You hunting the food in that Italy weather
A you me keep on the roof top without a lidder
It not pretty but we a right
Could a better but we a right
Wife pass on but we a right
Mama gone too but we a right