Ghetto life, it nuh easy
Especially when hungry a bite
Hungry can cause man fi a fight
Also loose dem life

Man hangout pon ends
Sey dem a hold a medz,
Police draw gun, man affie run
Tom get shot him tumble down

We cagow sleep a night, cause gun shot teck flight.
Blam, blam, bow bow, Kapow pow
Pon is floor man get down
Whouie him dead!!
Gun shot eena him head.

There's a heart-shaped box
Sitting on my front porch
I do what I need to do, the unorthodox
And take it far from my home

I go to school the next day,
Keeping the unwanted feelings at bay
Standing near my locker,
With a note in hand

34 steps right....
2 steps forward...
19 steps down...

There's a heart-shaped box
Sitting on my front porch
I do what I need, the unorthodox
And take it far from my home

I stay in bed all day
I sit and I pray
For all of my sins to go away.
A paper plane fly's through my window.

It's a conversation,
At the end, it says
"You're never ever gonna get away"

I know that this is true so,
I take 340 steps left,
20 steps back,
And climbed 19 steps up.

Till I was flying through the clouds.

There once was a heart-shaped box
That sat on my front porch
I did what I needed,
And conformed to the orthodox

And they took my far from my home.