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Dec 2014
Thee **** yout; no wisdom, no respect...                                            

               Tink they're so boombastic, wait and see...

See a raggamuffin, on da street...                                            

Hood up, knife out...

Some **** reggae fools, dis lot...                    

                                                   Tink they can slosh sum' boomba clot...

Me tink NOT!


Not my yout, not my child.
Little Jaco is ten now.
He's a real blessed dude.
He knows his manners,
And he's clean as shween too.

Can't wait a day longer.
Want me yout to be grown.
Want to fly, get high,
And ease up, once we've flown.

Me yout's like me brodda.
Has the face of his motha.

*All I want is for him to be old enough,
So that we can both smoke ****** together.
Jaco, my son; me yout <3
DertyBeatzFromDaStreetz
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DertyBeatzFromDaStreetz  Jamaica Mon
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