[Intro]
Start relying on yourself
Confidence and reliance are the art of finding you
If you don't have a sudden sense of self-worth, you listen to what others have to say every time and be swayed by their insistence of what is wrong and what is right
Learn to trust your feelings (J-J-JOAT)
Ya zimme!

[Chorus: Randy Valentine]
This is how it goes, when you living life on the road
Cops come kickin’ in ya door
They said you broke the law
Excuses they don't wanna know
They lock you up and throw you in jail
I seen it all before
Maybe like a million times or more, that’s why I keep the toolie in the jar
'Cause I'm nobody's dog
And I know bodies will be on the floor and I don't want it to be me, Lord

[Verse 1: J Hus]
And every time that I leave, mum won't stop praying 'til I come home
'Cause I’m outchea, doing all the things that she can’t condone
I can see my reflection, but my identity’s still unknown
Rolling on my enemies with a one pop, tryna kill two birds with one stone

[Verse 2: Randy Valentine]
I said the streets is a gun zone, gun zone
You haffi lookout for gun clone
Love square we a claim so dem run town
Ghetto circle dem boy they will run round
We run the compound
So when we see feds we no jump 'round
Stand up on di corner wi me hands fold
We got de console, we in a control
[Verse 3: J Hus]
Man I ride for my team, tracksuits full of residue
Likkle man this is a life that you never knew
You couldn’t spend a week in my crepes
My block breezy baguettes

[Verse 4: Randy Valentine]
Yuh nuh know what a gun is
How yuh fi say yuh a di baddest
A when yuh hear (Pop!) you a vanish
Mi know dat from east landan to crystal palace
Wi will mek yuh disappear like magic

[Chorus: Randy Valentine]
This is how it goes, when you living life on the road
Cops come kickin’ in ya door
They said you broke the law
Excuses they don't wanna know
They lock you up and throw you in jail
I seen it all before
Maybe like a million times or more, that’s why I keep the toolie in the jar
'Cause I'm nobody's dog
And I know bodies will be on the floor and I don't want it to be me, Lord

[Verse 5: J Hus]
Yo dem brothers don’t like me, it can never be an issue
I got dirt on my hands I can’t wipe with a tissue
School kids that bang sticks and can’t even tell time
That’s when detention turns into jail time
You gotta watch your friends everybody’s tryna eat
And free P he’s the last of a dying breed
I wish I could rewind
It’s a eye for a eye, the blind following blind
[Verse 6: Randy Valentine]
My spirit dem really waan fi tackle
Mind me affi slap dem wid a snapple
Throw dem inna jail who yuh waan fi shackle
Wi dun know it is a spiritual battle
So oh eventually they are with some nunchakus and mi nackas just in case yuh wanna tap one of mi choppas
Tun in yuh body lie, no gimme no apple
Ghetto rebel youts comin' at yuh

[Chorus: Randy Valentine]
This is how it goes, when you living life on the road
Cops come kickin’ in ya door
They said you broke the law
Excuses they don't wanna know
They lock you up and throw you in jail
I seen it all before
Maybe like a million times or more, that’s why I keep the toolie in the jar
'Cause I'm nobody's dog
And I know bodies will be on the floor and I don't want it to be me, Lord

[Outro]
(J-J-JOAT)