YARD AND OUTTA ROAD - Buju Banton

Every man struggle different

When rain falls, all house wet up

Yard and outta road is not the same

You nah have no weapon

You nah have no money no fame

Integrity, ya word means the most

Plus a good pair of fists fi defend your street game

Some turn to bottles, some turn to drugs

Some lose everything and still show love

From the other side, I ill up ever jitter bug

El Salvador and Michoacán thugs

To shot callers who run every yard

Keep it real one thousand, dawg

Sirenious Pisa's still going hard

To the homies not coming home

I pray to the Lord

If I could go over

Inside my head

All those days

All those days

If I could go over

Inside my head

All those days

Those dark days

Now

Mi drop a road and them a say mi fresh

Never see the days when everything was a mess

Our workout, we use fi cope with the stress

Elevate ya mind fi achieve greatness

People say much and other people say less

But all now none of them can't curse what god bless

Mi lose those friend but it's not really a loss

And most of mi gyal, them never hold the pause

Now them look forward 'cause I'm back with a blast

A different ting oh dey pon

Send commiseries, mandem masses will off

Before you know it time pass

If I could go over

Inside my head

All those days

All those days

If I could go over

Inside my head

All those days

Those dark days

Yard and outta road is not the same

You nah have no weapon

You nah have no money, no fame

Integrity, ya word means the most

Plus a good pair of fists fi defend your street game

Some turn to bottles, some turn to drugs

Some lose everything and still show love

From the other side, I ill up ever jitter bug

El Salvador and Michoacán thugs

To shot callers who run every yard

Keep it real one thousand, dawg

Sirenious Pisa's still going hard

To the homies not coming home

I pray to the Lord

If I could go over

Inside my head

All those days

All those days

If I could go over

Inside my head

All those days

Those dark days