watched in amazement on TV where police pressured a handcart man for selling fruits and vegetables in the wrong place. Illegal vending, illegal taxi driving, operating this or that without a license (in Society’s terms) is translated in the ghetto as – “mi nah stop hustle fi di paper” – a phrase I keep repeating in the song. I also try to explain in the song that sometimes ghetto youths are trying to say to Your Honour – “mi waan food pon mi plate like any odda man.” When I have a car and my youth is hungry, I might ‘run a roast’ in the night as a taxi driver to see if I can make a little
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