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