Rhygin went down in a blaze of glory
Hero, bandit grandson and more
He lives on today not just on screen
But in the hearts of many a teen
To do good he wanted
The system was flawed
But no one remembers
To this day I wonder
What would have been his future
If country him did stay
And not go look im mooma
Turn singer and dem tings
And then sharp shooter
Just like the one im see pon di screen
When he im self just a teen
Where the story start
It never did finish
After bus ride with chicken and goods
He switched mountain and bush
For zinc and hood
The radio did play him song one day
What a joyful sound
Fi dat boy mi say
No part of this earth ever his
An island the scene of his demise
Him granny did love him
Him mooma him miss
Dreams and ambition
And paths gone wrong
Have today’s Rhygin
With the same song
Strong him strong
But gone him gone
The police and the label dem did won
He lives on, in my mind too
A hero a bandit one and two
