Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

     

    Ghetto boy knew how to bring out the voices

    of his wood spirit drum

    He knew their languages one by one

    and where they traveled from

    He knew that he could escape the grips

    and the polluted grime of the slums

    with the invocations that he conjured

    through the high and lows of the drums

     

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

     

    Ghetto boy knew since an earlier age that if he

    believed in himself that he could

    do anything that he put his mind into

    and strongly knew that he would.

    He knew to prepare himself with a well

    thought out and put together plan

    its what you do to discover and embrace

    the secret of the inner man

     

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

                                                  

    Ghetto boy knew the people who were peeping

    out of their windows from across the street

    was feeling what he was feeling

    from the vibrations of the African warrior beat.

    He knew there was more to his life

    than what the American system had to show

    so through the drums he poured out

    the knowledge he had grown to know.

     

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

    Ka-di-ka-di-ka-boom-boom-boom-boom

     

    Play ghetto boy, play, play your song

    Play the rhythms of your life all day long.