I don't remember how was I born in the world
Was it white, shi*, or green, it doesn't matter
I don't remember how old am I
There's no photography for the passport, where is my first year
Chorus:
Jamaica, I'm sure I was born in the undershirt
On your hands, on my feet
Little dog, I'm walking without socks, barefoot
My hair is below of the standard, I need your card
Mama mama my-my-my-my Jamaica
Mama my-my-my-my Jamaica
I don't remember my name, no
I had so many surnames
They've been changed, but no one ask me
I don't remember who bought me a ticket
I woke myself up - there's no one next to me
But I feel, the man wasn't phoney
He was one of us, thank him
Chorus
I don't remember how the eyes opened for legaliza(tion)
But people fight for any
Everyone zigzag alike
I don't know what to tell you more
or to show
I'm looking back on my back and it's black
I'm home, mom.