Black Face Poem by Aston Marley

Forget all you know when you're in my city, the club is jumping and this shooters are ready to die for the cross. My homie just got back from the dealer den, don't talk if you don't know what am talking about.

They don't want me to succeed, rest in peace Mungo Park; be safe. What's your issue about my dreams, am all about my life and the love for success. The real money is like the old money, am not stupid and foolish; all we need is one love, before we die let do the right thing.