**(Intro)**
(Fast-paced Dancehall riddim kicks in, heavy bassline, sirens wailing in the background)
Yeah, man... Yo, Bo City!
From the South Side to the world, they know the name!
Lady Jenny, back on the scene, large and in charge!
You remember the *Mo Fire* with SQB, right?
But tonight, we blazing a different fire.
A fire for the ghetto youth, a fire for the sufferation.
Listen to the message! Yo!
**(Chorus)**
Ghetto youth a suffer in the Sierra Leone streets,
From Freetown to Bo, we dancing to the struggle beats.
No food on the table, but the system play defense,
We hustle everyday just to make a little sense!
Oh Jah, hear the cry from the Salone ground,
Too much pressure on the youth inna every town!
Ghetto youth a struggle, but we never giving up,
We pouring out the pain from an empty cup!
**(Verse 1)**
Wake up in the morning, sun a heat up the zinc roof,
Look inna the mirror, see the hardship, that's the proof.
No jobs for the youths them who graduate from school,
The politicians dem a treat the ghetto like a fool.
They promise clean water, they promise electricity,
But all we see is poverty and more complicity.
Bo City stand up! Kenema, Makeni, hear me now,
We bound to make it out of the struggle somehow!
From the South Side, we bring the voice of the oppressed,
Through the tear gas and the hunger, we still blessed.
**(Chorus)**
Ghetto youth a suffer in the Sierra Leone streets,
From Freetown to Bo, we dancing to the struggle beats.
No food on the table, but the system play defense,
We hustle everyday just to make a little sense!
Oh Jah, hear the cry from the Salone ground,
Too much pressure on the youth inna every town!
Ghetto youth a struggle, but we never giving up,
We pouring out the pain from an empty cup!
**(Verse 2)**
(Riddim intensifies, Lady Jenny switches to a faster, aggressive Dancehall chat)
Watch the mama dem a market, selling under the rain,
Kallbox boys dem a hustle through the pain.
Okada riders dodging potholes and police harassment,
Just to buy a cup of rice and pay for the apartment.
We don't want no violence, we don't want no war,
We just want a better life, we can't take no more!
The *Mo Fire* inside me, it never did die,
It’s burning for the truth, it’s a warrior cry!
SQB taught me how to stand up for my rights,
Now Lady Jenny solo, shining up the dark nights!
**(Bridge)**
(Music slows down slightly, heavy bass and drums only)
Cry for the ghetto, oh yeah...
Mama Salone, look how your children are crying.
No more fake promises, no more lying.
Rise up, ghetto youth, keep your head high.
We will touch the sky... Yo!
**(Chorus)**
Ghetto youth a suffer in the Sierra Leone streets,
From Freetown to Bo, we dancing to the struggle beats.
No food on the table, but the system play defense,
We hustle everyday just to make a little sense!
Oh Jah, hear the cry from the Salone ground,
Too much pressure on the youth inna every town!
Ghetto youth a struggle, but we never giving up,
We pouring out the pain from an empty cup!
**(Outro)**
Yeah... Lady Jenny, the South Side Empress.
Bo City, we never forget where we coming from.
Shoutout to all the ghetto youths surviving the struggle.
From Kroo Town Road to Sewa Road...
Keep the fire burning. *Mo Fire*, forever!
(Bass drops, sirens fade out)