Odds Lyrics

I have never met a badman

That says

Him wah the yute dem get up and spray

No guns

Get up and Spray no guns

I have never met a real killa

That seeks for his child to turn out just like him never

Never hear that at all

Times just hard from dem birth

Till dem inna cemetery

No body in the family has been to tertiary

So dem stuck inna di ghetto

Opportunities nuh many

It hurt me fi see how poverty hereditary

If yuh nuh born inna money

Then the odds slim

You get a buss and go a farrin'

Fi a betta life

And realize the fight even worse cause yuh black skin

People hungry annuh acting

I have never met a badman

That says

Him wah the yute dem get up and spray

No guns

Get up and Spray no guns

I have never met a real killa

That seeks for his child to turn out just like him never

Never hear that at all

When morning sun come

And pickney start rise

Belly start turn

And pickney start cry

Bills need fi pay

Dem soon lock off light

And di next likkle money a nuh till fortnight

Desperation is well recognized by evil

And it step een and try

Fi tempt once an innocent man

To become someone else

And start fi raise the carbine

I have never met a badman

That says

Him wah the yute dem get up and sell nuh drugs

Get up and Sell nuh drugs

I have never met a real choppa

That seeks for his child to become a scammer and thief never

Never, hear that at all

What are the odds that they facing

What are the odds that they facing

What are the odds that they facing

What are the odds that they facing

What are the odds that they facing

What are the odds

Oh

What are the odds

Oh oh oh

I have never met a badman

That says

Him wah the yute dem get up and spray

No guns

Get up and Spray no guns

I have never met a real killa

That seeks for his child to turn out just like him never

Never hear that at all