Текст песни 5'nizza - Jamayka

I don’t remember how I was born into the world,
Was it white, blah, or green -
It does not matter...
I don’t remember how old I am
No photos on the passport.
Where is my first port?
Jamaica!
I was probably born in a T-shirt,
In your arms.
There's sand on my feet
I walk without socks - barefoot.
My hair is below standard
I don’t need your card.
Ma my, my, my, my.
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma my, my, my, my,
My, my, my Jamaica!
Oooh oooh
I don’t remember my name, nor
I had a lot of surnames,
They were changed, but they did not ask me.
I don’t remember who bought me the ticket,
I woke up - nobody is around
But I smell - the man was not left,
It was one of ours, thanks to him!
Jamaica!
I was probably born in a T-shirt,
In your arms.
There's sand on my feet
I walk without socks, barefoot
My hair is below standard
Don't need your card
Ma my, my, my, my.
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma my, my, my, my,
My, my, my Jamaica!
Oooh oooh
I don’t remember how my eyes opened
For legalization ...
Waves are howling, and people are fighting.
Everything is zigzag ...
I don’t know what else to tell or show you -
I look back at the backside.
And he is black, I'm home, mom!
Jamaica!
I was probably born in a T-shirt,
In your arms.
There's sand on my feet
I walk without socks, barefoot
My hair is below standard
Don't need your card
Ma my, my, my, my.
My, my, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma my, my, my, my,
My, my, my Jamaica!
Oooh oooh