High and Dry (feat. Morgan Heritage) - Easy Star All-Stars

Oh, nuh bodda ask mi 'bout what I don't know (Don't know) Ask mi 'bout how di yutes flow (How di yutes flow) It's a reality show (Rockers in the jukebox) I don't know nothin' much about Beverly Hills I don't know about working for the system I don't know about life on Miami Beach But know a little 'bout the streets Just ask about Brooklyn And how the ganja move in the street And when your poor you can't sleep Ask mi 'bout Brooklyn Where everyday another bites the dust True so much gunshot a buss Just ask mi 'bout Jamaica Where life is gettin' harder And if you ever come on yah Ask mi 'bout Jamaica Whether policeman and soldier Nuh stop charge man fi murda so Nuh bodda ask mi 'bout things that I don't know Ask mi 'bout reality and I will show Show you just how di ghetto yutes flow This is real life livin' a nuh puppet show We don't know about owning yachts and fancy cars But where we come from those who show off becomes victims 'Cause in the ghetto everyone is a superstar And everyone is packin' heat Just ask about Brooklyn And how the ganja move in the street And when your poor you can't sleep Ask mi 'bout Brooklyn Where everyday another bites the dust True so much gunshot a buss Just ask mi 'bout Jamaica Where life is gettin' harder And if you ever come on yah Ask mi 'bout Jamaica Whether policeman and soldier Nuh stop charge man fi murda 'Cause it's hard, yeah (This life) It's not a pretty life When yuh live in this a ghetto life, yeah Upon di eastside Ah, ah, 'cause a this a life, yeah It's not a pretty life When yuh live in this a ghetto life, yeah Ova on di westside-ide-ide Just ask about Brooklyn And how the ganja move in the street And when your poor you can't sleep Ask mi 'bout Brooklyn Where everyday another bites the dust True so much gunshot a buss Just ask mi 'bout Jamaica Where life is gettin' harder And if you ever come on yah Ask mi 'bout Jamaica Whether policeman and soldier Nuh stop charge man fi murda

Two jumps in a week, I bet you Think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop You kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never, ever stop You broke another mirror You're turning into something you are not Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love Ohh, and they're the ones who'll hate you When you think you've got the world all figured out Oh, they're the ones who'll spit at you You will be the one screaming out Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry No, oo-oooh, ohh No, oo-oooh, ooh No, oo-oooh, oooh Oo-ooh, ooh Oh, it's the best thing that you've ever had The best thing that you've ever, ever had It's the best thing that you've ever had The best thing that you've had is gone away

Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never, ever stop You broke another mirror You are turning into something you are not Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Dryng up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love They're the ones who'll hate you When you think you've got the world all sussed out They're the ones who'll spit at you You will be the one screaming out Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry It's the best thing that you've ever had The best thing that you've ever, ever had It's the best thing that you've ever had The best thing you have had has gone away Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry