Lyrics:

Black child born Jamaica
Crossed the ocean on a wind rush sail boat
Acoustic guitar he's a god and a gangster
A rude boy from the Trench Tan streets

Now he knows, He knows he gonna have it all
He's standing like he's ten feet tall
He knows he gonna have it all
The streets, the rise, the fall

Loud music my salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now
Loud music my Salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now

White child raised in Brixton
Found a game through the radio sound
A lotta Tape and a lot of distortion
Study and he makes a sound

Now he knows, He knows he gonna have it all
He's standing like he's ten feet tall
He knows he gonna have it all
The streets, the rise, the fall

Loud music my salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now
Loud music my Salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now

Loud music my salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now
Loud music my Salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now
They're right now

Black child born Jamaica
Crossed the ocean on a wind rush sail boat
Acoustic guitar he's a god and a gangster
A rude boy from the Trench Tan streets

Now he knows, He knows he gonna have it all
He's standing like he's ten feet tall
He knows he gonna have it all
The streets, the rise, the fall

Loud music my salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now
Loud music my Salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now

Loud music my salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now
Loud music my Salvation
Whoaaaoh
And the kids are right now