Cant Believe Mi Eye

I don’t know how these guys can talk about running the scene and being tough
Bleaching their faces and creaming their hair in tight pants
Fuck that!
Well, I can’t believe how bold these guys have gotten
I can’t believe a Rasta would turn into a punk
I can’t believe these little fakes have gotten so cold
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
I can’t believe some names I hear are men
I can’t believe tight pants are back again
I can’t believe gangsters and punks are friends
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
I can’t believe punks are running the scene
I can’t believe the shotta are bleaching their faces
I can’t believe certain guys are coming at us
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
I can’t believe the girls are going the other way
I never thought Jamaica would have so many gay
I can’t believe the government is in foul play
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
Well, if someone had told me, I would’ve said it’s a lie
That certain guys and certain guys and certain guys are gay
I see it for myself, tears fill my eyes
That one there and that one there are spies
Punks can’t believe that gangsters are getting murder cases
Can’t believe ghetto youth are living in certain places
They can’t believe it’s us standing next to Mase
They can’t believe their eyes, they can’t believe their eyes.