Yard and Outta Road Songtext
von Buju Banton

Every man struggle different
When rain fall, all house wet up

Yard and outta road is not the same
You nuh have no weapon, you nuh have no money, no fame
Integrity, ya word means the most
Plus a good pair of fists fi defend your street game

Some turn to bottles, some turn to drugs
Some lose everything and still show love
From the other side, I ill up ever jitter bug
El Salvador and Michoacán thugs

To shot-callers who run every yard
Keep it real one thousand, dawg
Sirenious Pisa′s still going hard
To the homies not coming home, I pray to the Lord


If I could go over inside my head
All those days
All those days
If I could go over inside my head
All those days
Those dark days
Now

Mi drop a road and them a say mi fresh
Never see the days when everything was a mess
Our workout, we use fi cope with the stress
Elevate ya mind fi achieve greatness

People say much and other people say less
But all now none of them cyan curse what God bless
Mi lose those friend but it's not really a loss
And most of mi gyal, them never hold the pause

Now them look forward ′cause I'm back with a blast
A different ting oh dey pon
Send commissary, mandem masses will off
Before you know it time pass

If I could go over inside my head
All those days
All those days
If I could go over inside my head
All those days
Those dark days


Yard and outta road is not the same
You nuh have no weapon, you nuh have no money, no fame
Integrity, ya word means the most
Plus a good pair of fists fi defend your street game

Some turn to bottles, some turn to drugs
Some lose everything and still show love
From the other side, I ill up ever jitter bug
El Salvador and Michoacán thugs

To shot-callers who run every yard
Keep it real one thousand, dawg
Sirenious Pisa's still going hard
To the homies not coming home
I pray to the Lord

If I could go over inside my head
All those days
All those days
If I could go over inside my head
All those days
Those dark days