[Intro 1]
Ghetto youths, unuh haffi get fit up
Do a lot of push-up and sit-up
And....nuff of dem waan see you drop pon your face, dem waan you fi trip up
But...
I don't fear dem...
Oh no
I don't hear dem
I don't hear...

[Intro 2]
Baby G, Me nah stop shame dem
Hit song, nah stop play dem
Millions haffi go inna me savings
Dem just a work in vain cause

[Chorus]
My God nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher
My God nah make me suffer
Nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah
My God nah make me suffer
Me born poor
But me nah dead poor
Tru the signs of me lifetime
A sumting weh me can't ignore
And the place weh me come from
St Thomas, Portmore
Nuff yutes haffi tek on the road
From dem inna kaki cloths
Evil heart can't hurt we
Evil man can't win
Evil heart can't hurt we
Ask Vanpersie

[Chorus]
My God nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher
My God nah make me suffer
Nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah
My God nah make me suffer

Big up St Thomas, Portland
Unno know me a star from day one
From happy grove man a write up bare song
Nuff a dem nuh consider fi build one
Me lock the world now, anuh just Cayman
Waterford, Naggo Head man, Braeton
Water-house, Maxfield and Plain-land
Nuh fear daemon nor satan
Still me haffi buy a Benz fi me little bredda Nathan
Father Shag and Jewel a celebrate and
And dem say Popcaan a great man
Enemies can't tear pon me cauz
[Chorus]
My God nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher
My God nah make me suffer
Nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah
My God nah make me suffer

Unruly, God is with me
Anywhere I go
Jah is with me
Jah is with me
Anywhere we go

[Chorus]
My God nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Thank God me nuh deh pon the stretcher
My God nah make me suffer
Nah make me suffer
My God nah make me suffer
Anyweh me goal deh, me haffi go fah
My God nah make me suffer
[Outro]
Ghetto youths, unuh haffi get fit up
Do a lot of push-up and sit-up
And....nuff of dem waan see you drop pon your face, dem waan you fi trip up
But...
I don't fear dem...
Oh no
I don't hear dem
I don't hear...