Niyorah No Guts No Glory
Di yute weh buss dem gun fi fun and ah mek blood run
Jah carry dem home!
Di poor Princess weh sell her body fi money
Jah Jah carry her home!
For I have been a victim of, my environment and ignorant thoughts
But my intent is genuine
So be a better man than I have been
No guts, no glory
Become the fullness of the story
No guts, no glory
I am di only one who knows me
No guts, no glory
I'm a Rasta, not an OG
No guts, no glory
From di Black dust, I rise
