Sikka Rymes - Future

Some big man nah want no meds, you nuh see too
13-year-old pants full, sit in a vehicle
And not dem see him wanna give the youth dem gun
Or blood through your dark, that nuh need too
The youth dem fi just spill, nah
No mean the big man dem fi chill
So if dem nah get nuh work, weh dem fi do?
Go find a even class, go lay in one's skin
That mean say, higher future nuh destroy it
For me come from the ghetto, you a target
For me come from the ghetto, you a target
For me come from the ghetto