The System

[Intro] Sad to say But... [Bridge] White people a bawl Indian people a bawl Black people a bawl Chinese people a bawl System design fi set we up Yeaaaah Dem give we di guns, then dem same one come wet we up [Chorus] Dre Skull, wha' di system do fi ghetto youth? Nothing Wha' dem do fi ghetto youth? Nothing Every day another mother bawl Dem don't do nothing at all, yeah We've been suffering from we small [Verse 1] So Some think say a bed of rose true pretty clothes inna mi closet None of dem nah see me pain Furthermore, dem never ask yet Silence a di baddest weapon, so you know wha' me do, me talk less Man a work every day down a wharf, and a three grand a week dem a accept Dem no waan me fi build mama house, don't waan me fi own no assets Sufferation everywhere me turn, so give thanks to Jah when you pass it So, ghetto youth, don't make silly plans Believe in yourself, be a man Dem waan we fi dead pon di road Dem don't waan we fi make billions [Chorus] Dre Skull, wha' di system do fi ghetto youth? Nothing Wha' dem do fi ghetto youth? Nothing Every day another mother bawl Dem don't do nothing at all, yeah We've been suffering from we small [Verse 2] So If we sell weed, a problem that If we do a robbery, a problem that The whole world a pray fi the problem stop Nobody don't cater fi solving that Innocent youth a receive gunshot Mama haffi dress up inna white and black Oh God... Me tired fi go a Dovecot [Bridge] White people a bawl Indian people a bawl Black people a bawl Chinese people a bawl System design fi set we up Yeaaaah Dem give we di guns, then dem same one come wet we up Yaaaaa [Chorus] Dre Skull, wha' di system do fi ghetto youth? Nothing Wha' dem do fi ghetto youth? Nothing Every day another mother bawl Dem don't do nothing at all, yeah We've been suffering from we small [Verse 2] So If we sell weed, a problem that If we do a robbery, a problem that The whole world a pray fi the problem stop Nobody don't cater fi solving that Innocent youth a receive gunshot Mama haffi dress up inna white and black Oh God... Me tired fi go a Dovecot [Outro] Ghetto youth... Believe in yourself, -self, -self Ghetto youth... Believe in yourself, be a man Ghetto youth... Believe in yourself, be a man Believe in yourself, -self, -self Believe in yourself, be a man Believe in yourself, yourself, yourself Believe in yourself, be a man SONG MEANING Popcaan’s "The System" is a powerful dancehall track that addresses social injustice, government corruption, and the daily struggles of ghetto youth in Jamaica. With emotionally charged lyrics, he highlights how the system is rigged against the poor, favoring the wealthy and leaving the less fortunate to suffer in silence. Popcaan uses his voice to represent the voiceless, urging resilience and awareness in the face of oppression. The song stands as both a personal reflection and a protest anthem, showing how dancehall can serve not only as entertainment but also as a force for social consciousness and resistance.