Текст песни 5'nizza - jamaica

I do not remember how I was born into the world,
Was it white, blah, or green -
It does not matter...
I do not remember how old I am,
No photos on the passport.
Where is my first port?
Jamaica!
I must have been born in a T-shirt,
On your hands.
On my feet is sand,
I walk without sock - barefoot.
My hair is below the standard,
I do not need your map.
Ma my, my, my, my.
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma my, my, my, my,
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ooh-oh-oh-oh
I do not remember my name-nor,
I had many names,
They were changed, but they did not ask me.
I do not remember who bought my ticket,
I woke up - no one is around,
But I can smell - the man was not left,
It was one of ours, thank you!
Jamaica!
I must have been born in a T-shirt,
On your hands.
On my feet is sand,
I walk without sock, barefoot
My hair is below the standard,
I do not need your card
Ma my, my, my, my.
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma my, my, my, my,
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ooh-oh-oh-oh
I do not remember how my eyes opened,
For legalization ...
Waves howl, but people are fighting.
Everything is zigzagging ...
I do not know what else to say or show -
I look back at the back.
And he's black, I'm at home, Mom!
Jamaica!
I must have been born in a T-shirt,
On your hands.
On my feet is sand,
I walk without sock, barefoot
My hair is below the standard,
I do not need your card
Ma my, my, my, my.
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma my, my, my, my,
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ooh-oh-oh-oh