Raised up West Indian ways
Parents immigrate inner England
Mother’s hospital four days late
Still the rude boy land pon the cobble stones
My mother she come from Saint Lucia
My daddy traverse through Jamaica
Hard times at birth that’s cool
I still was born with a heart of a lion
Can’t help where I was raised
All the grimey survive inner England
You can lose your life several ways
With a beating, blade, or a gunshot
For the moment put the weapon down
I want you all take a think back
No man ah them a love these days
My generation called we the lost ones
We are called Generation X
So we come kill this for we people them
Let’s take this back in the days
When the enemy now was an now then friend
We are called Generation X
So we come kill this for we people them
Let’s take this back in the days
When the enemy now was a now then friend
This one’s for those who recall the days where we mash up in the house party
Tenants, liquor, we are drink up and bad man did love it when bouncer ah sing
Everyone them a press up
Best believe it’s a English night
Eastman him ah spin Jah Tubbys
Them ah spin on the other side
Now
Man skankin and coolin
Nobody them shankin and foolin
Each man up in the area
Have his eye pon a pretty girl, spliff, and a cool drink
But
Me I smoke too much up
And
I don’t need more liquor
I ain’t got time for the pretty girls coz
I keep my vision on my brother
Know this
King family we move together
And we don’t get smother
Them days inner London
There were few gun men
But best believe every youth man was a cutter
We are called Generation X
So we come kill this for we people dem
Let’s take this back in the days
When the enemy now was a now then friend
We are called Generation X
So we come kill this for we people them
Let’s take this back in the days
When the enemy now was a now then friend
We are called Generation X
So we come kill this for we people them
Let’s take this back in the days
When the enemy now was a now then friend
