S.I.P - Demarco

Sad when you see your real friends dem go

Oh oh

You a mi Don, you a mi bredda, you a mi real nigga

That dem fi know

Oh oh

Sleep 'way!

Him a say me never shed a tear, coulda be a lie that

'Cause chargie, God knows…

If a money fi give life, then you woulda get your life back

Still missing you, dawg

S.I.P to my day one

Condolence to the family, stay strong

Tears still a run from the Ray Bans

21 gun salute from the waveband

Battlefield deh yah coming like Vietnam

Mi salute every real thugs in a the grave land

Ghetto life anuh sumn weh you make plan

Born inna the ghetto, so a that you haffi stray from

Criminal to many

You a hero to me

Wheel off and empty the skelly

Dawg, you a still one of we

R.I.P mi friend

R.I.P mi friend

R.I.P mi friend

One day we’ll meet again

Big up every real shella, straight from mi hear

Defend you ghetto, anuh talk we a talk

The endz nuh have no vibes suh mi gone in a the past

Never miss a memorial fi the boss

Still a pour the liquor fi you anywhere we floss

Ghetto youths we have many rivers fi we cross

Family affair from we step inna the mass

Still condolence fi the body dem weh lost

Criminal to many

You a hero to me

Wheel off and empty the skelly

Dawg, you a still one of we

R.I.P mi friend

R.I.P mi friend

R.I.P mi friend

One day we’ll meet again

Sad when you see your real friends dem go

Oh oh

You a mi Don, you a mi bredda, you a mi real nigga

That dem fi know

Oh oh

Sleep 'way!

Him a say me never shed a tear, coulda be a lie that

'Cause chargie, God knows…

If a money fi give life, then you woulda get your life back

Still missing you, dawg

Criminal to many

You a hero to me

Wheel off and empty the skelly

Dawg, you a still one of we

R.I.P mi friend

R.I.P mi friend

R.I.P mi friend

One day we’ll meet again