[Intro]
Huh
Yeah, gotta stay conscious
Huh
Ahh
DASECA
Yo, gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up

[Verse 1]
These are the fucking days
When di gyal dem in dem teens have di fucking aids
Nuff yute nuh have degrees but dem have di grades
Picture this and try fi see it with yuh fucking ears
Ahh
These are the fucking times
When yuh sneakers ain't yuh only nines
Some weh call pon Jesus, a dem commit the crimes
Nuff illiterate and still a read between the lines
Ahh
Those are the fucking dudes
Claim dem a yuh friend and want yuh fucking food
Then some of dem a rob, while some of dem rape
While some of dem kill, while some of dem shoot
It's like we need a rated R pon the fucking news

[Verse 2]
These are the fucking days
When yuh cyan trust police wid dem dutty ways
Juveniles a run di streets wid the fucking K's
Yo, you cyan even rest in peace in yuh fucking grave
Ahh
Every day a di same shit
Different gyal, same dick
Different flow, same spit
Different drugs, same ship
Same Busy, different hits
With different messages reaching out to everyone in all different communities
Ahh
Yeah, these are the fucking things
That make a fucking DJ wanna fucking sing
Mi cyan believe the baby mother dash the pickney in the thing we're pissing in
Baby father beat her wid the thing weh glistening, yuh listening?

[Verse 3]
These are the fucking days you haffi hustle in the street like a fucking slave
Then di boss a work the least get the fucking raise
You nuh see seh di leaders fi step up the pace?
Ahh
Listen to these fucking facts
Who nuh have a Smith & Wesson have a fucking Glock
Copper whistle, somebody missin' when you hear it stop
Another mother bawl while she suffer the loss
Ahh
Welcome to these fucking streets
Chalk line, white sheet, regular we see it
Di less fortunate get treated like some refugees
But don't get fed up, keep ya head up, stay on yuh feet
Ahh
Right now, we're at a fucking stage
This day and age, it's like we're locked up inna fucking cage
A mi a tell you seh, di system need fi rearrange
It's kinda strange
Mi waan fi buy a Range, but di price out of my range
Ahh
Watch the fucking way you move
Killers in the street always got something to prove
Watch yuh step, you better watch the fucking road you choose careful how you live yuh life 'cause dem will out yuh fuse
Ahh
In these days at the airport dem waan you tek off belt, kick off Airforce
Dem tek 'way yuh cologne, roll-on, toothpaste, wha' dem hear 'bout?
Mi feel mi woulda pull mi fucking hair out
Ahh

[Verse 4]
These are the fucking days
When you haffi sing seh, "These Are The Fucking Days"
Yo, mi cyan believe seh, these are the fucking days
While mi sing, DASECA, please play the fucking phrase

[Outro]
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Gotta get my bread, gotta keep my head up
Stay focused, gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep my head up
Stay strong, yeah
DASECA
Busy
Ahh