R​.​O​.​W.

by Anthony Leonard Pierre

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Don't value (your) creativity by the cost it cost to start over. Just be patient and allow prophesies to reveal their destinies ..! I then am thankful of my years of experiences that prepared I to write these verses. Irie ..!

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released April 17, 2015

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Track Name: Row (105, Pt. 1)
ROW - 105

Row - row I’am from Kenya - from Azania - Angola - Egypt
row I rowed the boat - row I rowed further
the more I rowed
the farther -- from MY FATHER
oh Brothers
row I rowed the boat
the more I rowed
I -- losing sight of MAMMA
ah Sisters
row We rowed the boat
with every stroke We rowed
across River waters
losing sight of My SURE Shores
as I soon smelled
A NEW MOUNTAIN’S WATER.
from Nigeria - Zaire - Kenya - Senegal
Row - row I rowed the boat
around Me BROTHERS rowed
rowing in protest - anger an’ regret
ROWING WITH DEFIANCE
there beside Me SISTERS rowed
rowing in refusal - in shame - in nakedness
ROWING FROM FEAR OF REPRISAL
with Me many VILLAGES rowed
rowing
from fear of -- what’s in store
from fear of -- division
from fear of - DEATH
rowing from fear of -- WHAT’S GOING ON
rowing away from Home
to a distant shore
to the ‘UNKNOWN’
WE WERE FORCED TO ROW.
there … I can see the stars - there is hope ahead - hold on
Row be strong
away from Father’s ... ‘Embrace’
from Mamma’s ‘Bosom’
leaving familiar Settings
losing sight of My Village
I was FORCED to go.

Row - row We rowed
enchained to Brothers - with Father’s Discipline
Mother’s Blessings - with Sister’s Help
THE CONFUSION We could not - B~R~E~A~K
to run -- FREE of muttered discourse
the Spirits of Ancestors were all around
but the CLAWS of evil had a strong hold
so I was FORCED
with the living and the dead
with the brave and the despair
to ROW - to GO
to a new Land-space
I DO NOT KNOW AS HOME
far away
“to an ADOPTED Land
stockpiled like carcasses”
spurred on by the FEAR
of a capturer’s hook
jeered on MOCK~ING~LY
by the jealousy of this racist’s voice
pushed on persistently
to carry on in urgency
as the only care and concern was for
‘his CARGO’ to bring in - the highest price. see - the
stars shooting - messages are being sent back Home
Wha~a~at? to de’Kongo - Villages of Uganda
PRISONERS ROWED ... hoping towns of Tanzania
with the help of Those - THERE
and Those yet - TO COME
somehow … They will BOND
to break - FREE of the smell of this discourse
to be - LIBERATED of the stench of this dialogue.

Row ... rowing - rowing away
from the security of My Village
from the sanctuary of
taken for granted simple things
Customs
becoming mysterious - becoming - stolen from Us
Families divided and Our loss so devastating
it mounts to
MOURNING - SCREAMING - MADNESS
on the top of Our voice BAWL~L~ING.

Mi Bred’da from Gabon - I’m from Botswana
Love of Sis’ta a’ Ethiopian
Brother - Sister
Friend or Self
going down - down - DOWN
down the hull of a ship
drowning a~a~away from Us
Language con~founded and being taught
DE~RIVED BACK to Us
the concept of self-hate, NOW
began to find itself a new resting place
as Inner Souls were before time flying away
going to Mount Zion
to prepare for ... I -- I an’I.
Look Mother Sun … there is Life for Our weary Souls.

A Brethren recalls by the crack of the whip
LIKENED TO ENCAGED ANIMALS
We were branded and stocked
sardine-like - AND - no regards to humanity
forced to hurriedly row
carrying HUMAN CARGO
to the ‘UNKNOWN’ destiny
far away from daydreaming
“WE - SENTENCED TO ROW.”

I had a feeling
on this voyage We go
NEVER TO RETURN
TO VILLAGE SECURITY
as the more We rowed
the more Black-Flesh SKIPS ... upon the waves
They do
Their FINAL dance -- the DEATH dance
what is now evident - Some were only chosen
to ANCHOR this floating pit
as Their “hopings” were selected - hopeless
and in silent indignation
I Flesh shivered to weep - no more
Black-Flesh quivers to weep - no more.
A~ah … I can see the ravens - Land is ahead.

The tears of a Nation
gave the once fresh - drinking Water
Its SEA-SALT TASTE
WATER - cresting to belligerent waves
no longer … have Its sweet taste to nourish Life
but with the bitterness of BLOOD
salty-water quenches My new thirst
by day the big star shines its working wonders
and cultivates the sweat of My brow
a new eating habit
by the day of mid-night
the stars fall - wishing a safety landing
with another Brother - with another Sister
with another Village
to the DEPTHS of the sea-grave
the splashing of waves against My prison
sounded like the CRY for help
Villages were being over-come
by ANGRY - warlike Waters
the Spirits of Wind an’ Water
were busy in defense and defiance
very intrudingly
trying to whip - away BLACK BLOOD -- stains
from off the crest and hull of “slave” ships
and with every splash
another Memory whipped away - washed away
another Mine -- fade
so the odours of DEATH
and the looks of WHY were present - everywhere
to the disbelief of a Peoples
NOW … taken captive.

The journey continues …

Row - row We rowed
to the ‘UNKNOWN’
to the Carib shores ... of Haiti, Brazil an’ Xaymaca
I an’I were FORCIBLY bounded - towards
a new Akkompong’s Water
rowing, rowing, rowing
away from My Kingdom
to the harshness of a new world
to the “Third World” ... I rowed.
Track Name: Sit With My Enemies (47)
SIT WITH MY ENEMIES - 47

I will sit down
an’ talk
with My enemies
from My vantage point
show them
right from wrong
as I’ve got to
BE FREE.


Leave on their minds
a picture and directive of a one-love society
wherein hunger and pain
deceitfulness and jealousy
can - and will cease to be
as I’ve got to
BE FREE.


Warn them
if they don’t change their ways
on My persisting return
their rights and dignity
I - WILL - TAKE
without any regard
for life or liberty
as I’ve got to
BE FREE.


Once more
without apology or fear
determined to be
at the frontline of the conclusion - as
I and I got’ta
BE FREE - TOTALLY.


Sid-doung a mus~mus tail
long time a warn him
puffin’ smoke in I way
clouding his thoughts with apathy
nah note sey
in I frustrated silence
I dey plan fe
BE FREE.

De’Obeah whey ole’time Peoples t’ink
couldn’t work pon yuh - well
dat barbie wid de’pin - up its ass
was imported just
fe guzzie~guzzie yuh
suh steady meck de’table turn
sitting you to where I an’I got to
BE FREE.

Long time story
Anancie dey come back
still vex at you
yuh t’ink Garvey’s teachings
did fall pon deaf ears
or the senseless assignation of Peter
stop broil inna Wi
in life or in death
I’ve got to
BE FREE.

Once more
without explanation or apprehension
I will sit down
an’ talk
with My enemies
from My vantage point
show them
right from wrong
determined to be
at the frontline of the decree - as
I and I got’ta
BE FREE
I’ve got to
BE FREE - TOTALLY.
Track Name: One a Wi (5) [Version 2]
ONE A’WI - 5

Hey jon’crow
top fart through yuh rib an’ ‘ear dis
if a’wyan a’Wi lef’
de’wyan a’Wi
got’ta be - free
if de’love inna yu’ h’art
a’nuh fe’Wi
set - de’wyan a’Wi - FREE
I and I … I, I, I -- and I
all a’Wi
got’ta be - free
if a’wyan a’Wi lef’
DE’WYAN -- GOT’TA BE -- FREE.

Hear this - “BABYLONIAN~BWOY”
table a’guh tu’n … right ‘round
den I and I
Little Ones
break down
yu’r political - social - economical
religious -- BUMBO~OLE’S
spiritual - physical an’ mental
al~l~l dem racist boundaries
DES~troy -- FOREVER
all dem t’ings
been keepin’ - I down
divide - I an’I
so long - too long
“slave” driv~ER DESTROY
yuh theologian structures
a’suh yu’r tables tu’n back
NO MORE -- FOREVER
WI READY - FI FIGHT ---- AGAIN.

Mi Brethrens
BEFORE I
a’sey Dem sey
prayers a’guh an’ser
one day
I an’I rule -- all over

PROPHECY SAY
I rule - I free
I and I - RULING FRE~E~E~E~E … suh
fe prophecy reveal(ing)
I an’I - all a’Wi - enough is enough (are)
READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN.

A’ hope yu’r gettin’
wha’ I’man mean
de’forces join-up
ARMED
army-style and ready
de’Youts - nuttin’ fe’lose and are
mentally acclaimed - Black is Black
WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN.

De’Youts’ are the victims of generations’ gap
had enough - PUSHED back
against de’walls of oppression
deprived
of Their Rite-Of-Passage - NOW
realizing this carnage -- are dem Youts are
standing firm
willing an’ able
ready fe teck ov’a
to change Wi Future ... FOREVER
de’Young Bloods - rightfully so
in “vexated” but legitimate anger
blood inna Wi eyes - nuttin’ fe’lose (are)
READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN.

Mamma
Black Mothers prayed
not in vain
I and I - “suff~ared”
not in vain
for de’Pickney Dem
dem inheriting the legacies
of them -- “good-old-days”
with a conscience a-fixed on NEVER again
sumady a’guh fe~e~el iee (are)
WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN.

All yu’ - ISIMS AN’ SKISIMS
political - economical
social -- shit~stems
GONE from I, I, I, I
dem gone from I’man’s dis Dau’ta’s
Mentality -- as Wi ‘ave studied and are intend(ing)
constitutional
parliamentary laws
DOOM - wid amen
so NEVER AGAIN
by de’guns
the deceptions of religions
or the fashions of
capital or commun-isims
by no means
you - RULE
su’wha’ … SETTLE “BUSHAUH” YU’SELF
yuh likkle BATTY~BWOY
yuh likkle piss’nu tail~self “caucasiatic” gal
I an’I - in forthright defiance
breakin’ from the bondages of
of poli-tricks of religions (are)
READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN.

‘Cause
if de’love inna yu’ h’art
a’nuh fe’Wi
yuh bet’ta
set - de’wyan a’Wi - FREE
“slave” driver
table a tur~r~rn
I Way
Mi Pickney’s Way
never
to tu’n back - again
ME~EANS
I an’I free - continually
THROUGH DE’REST OF IRATION
de’Future wid a’ renewed realization
standin’ on the Spirituality of an Ancestral Past
reaffirming Liberation to Progeny
WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN.

An’ Wi doung know
dat
a’ likkle bit’a blood
a’fe shed
as Wi pennie de’fact
dat
Life -- in dis form
is NOT to trod de’Akkompong - forever
but to ‘live’ inna wyan way
dat … will benefit and uplift
Future Endeavours
A’ sey
Wi know sey
Life -- in dis form
must go through - transitions
revaluating fe uplift Life an’ Livity
dat … will benefit
de’Pickney Dem Ventures
suh Wi knowing and drawing the bloodlines of europe (are)
READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN.

The oppression
of Blacks
by the theology
of “capitalism” in the west
the enslavement
of Blacks
upon Black Continent
by the communism - of “Islam”
politics and religions
allied forces
in de’planned
annihilation
of Black’s
a Cultural Existence
circumvented by the caucasians to
indoctrinate an ideology
it’s theology - using de’devices
of poli-tickin’
to oppress
suppress and institute an enslavement - as
everywhere dey ‘ave landed
the Land lays banished

CURSED ... by the sweat of
their evil - self-centered
racist ... intent
Elder’s Accountability
done show Wi
a’who is - to be blamed
in dis melanin of mental war
wid an opened eye
Wi got to know - WHO
who a’de real - enemy
suh Wi focus an’ ready
kiba de’fools dem inna Wi way
WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN.

We de’Blacker
by lineage - evolutionary physique
by heritage - by accountability
‘ave survived de’invasion, capture, storage
de’stockage and torn-apart
Wi ‘ave survived de’auction, humiliation
de’exploitation an’ indoctrination
Wi ‘ave survived de’puttin’-up to and with
de’lies an’ hypocrisies
We de’Blacker - surviving the “slavery” industry
of theological indoctrinations
Survival is - a VICTORY AIM!
caucasia - you’ve pulled the trigger
consequently, the guillotine drops
nevertheless, you still cannot assassinate My Desire
to be victorious over your theological deceptions
suh knowledgeable, capable an’ schooled (are)
READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN.

Wi tired a’dem
christians, islam, rasta-isims
buddha, cou’da, shud’a
whatever - Wi tired
time fe’Wi fight
fe fe’Wi iriginal Black Rites!
yuh cannot enslave - forever
the Minds of a People as enough is enough
dash-wey faith an’a use coherency (are)
WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN.

Basically - Wi tired a’dis
blood~klaat fuckery man
enough is bumbo~klaat enough yuh nuh
su’wha’:
fe yu’r own good - caucasia
IF A’WYAN A’WI LEF’
yuh bet’ta
SET -- DE’WYAN A’WI -- FREE
chat ‘bout ... yuh
kratches~plate - cock~suckin’ - mother~dutty~choes yuh
this war
of Black Mental Emancipation
jolts the FREEDOM
I an’I Aspires!
suh Wi fed-up an’ determined - wid blood inna Wi eyes (are)
READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN.

‘Tory a’COM’
to bump
seen
tek warnin’
iron sharpeneth iron
tire nuh bu’n
jus’ suh
blood a’guh run
kakin’
to de’ground
teeth
a’tear-up top - gum
wid bawlin’
su’wha’:
if de’love inna yu’ h’art
a’nuh fe’Wi
yuh bet’ta
set - de’wyan a’Wi - FREE
yuh dutty bumbo~klaat yuh
tek pressure
Wi fightin’
fe’Wi Liberty
Wi fightin’
to be free
Wi fightin’
AGAIN -- AGAIN.
Track Name: Footprints (1) [Version 2]
FOOTPRINTS (In The Sand) - 1

Oh Darling Baby ... why
tell Mi why … My Precious Baby why
hum, hum, um - hum, hum, um ...
Ia … it’s sharp and jagged
this Life
that We live that We live with
the suicide of depression
a bullet to the head
a slit to the wrist - the silence of stress
and the blood flows
GOING - TO - WASTE.

Life carving a way
to state Its say - suh here
footsteps print footsteps
in the sand
trodding
from the Land
gone ... astray
gone ... to stay
WHERE?
there! there! there!
and there!
follow them AND - in the regret of disbelief
you will see
Another has
GONE - THE WAY - OF - WASTE.

The pressure of society
has made it easy
has taken another Life taken another Life
from We from We
daily pressures
entrapped another Life in loneliness
in the depressive ... caused a mighty sleep
never ... to awake
no - more!
WHAT A (BLOOD~KLAAT FUTURE MAN)2x
(Another succumbing into
the depressive weight ... of society’s pressure!)2x

(A)The pressure is still here
for another Mind to bear
this pathway’s journey
the perplexity of suicidal depression
a’ bullet to the head
a slit to the wrist - the nakedness of rejection
the blood will gush TO - WASTE
suddenly - (there is no cause or care no cause or care.)2x

(B)(Footprints in the sand
lead the body - mind -- the heart and soul
down! down! - DOWN!
down the depths ... of the sea
it’s wide and hollow ... down there
within the depths ... where the Body now lies
there ... in a mighty sleep
NO MORE - FOR US - TO SEE!)

And -- like the Life
that lies within
rise … the tides will rise
RISE UP!
RISE - the footprints it will take
to the bliss of away
NEVER - TO BE SEEN -- AGAIN!

Blood~seed Mi’a tell yuh …
sharp and jagged
this Life We live
pressures of Life
make it easy
for Another has taken
this pathway
Another has chosen
THIS - ENDLESS ... HOPELESS - JOURNEY
the hopeless journey where no-one seems to care.
Gone is ... THE GLORY
gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life
gone is ... THE GLORY
gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life
gone is ... THE GLORY
gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE! the gift if Life

Why? why? why?
My Precious Baby ... why
tell Mi why … My Darl ing Baby why
hum, hum, um …
a’ bullet to the head
a needle in your bed
over-drugged
by the stress of depression
Generations left neglected
unwanted
used and abused
becoming confused
body-control on the loose
WHAT A (PUSSY~KLAAT PRESSURE MAN!)2x

Daily pressures
with their endless failures
footsteps print footsteps
in the sand
trodding from the Land
GOING - TO - WASTE
gone ... is the glory
the glory of this subservient Life
while the pressures of society
stand ... still
baiting - the unremembered in loneliness
WAITING - FOR - ANOTHER
Another in the a-lost state - to take this
the most ... SELFISH ACT.

It’s dark and empty
DOWN ... the lonely way
shouldn’t there be
another way?
so many Lives
WASTED ... to the mystique of this tragedy
while Others cry
WHY? WHY? WHY?
my~my - footprints are
gone astray
Another’s Life vanishing to
stay in the disgust of lost embarrassment
WHAT - A - WASTE!(A)

Dependency on fellow-man
family, friend - a stranger or the system
the Life is held
in this uncertainty - by a fringe
the pressure
BREAKS ... its membrane
Its loss
is then weighed
on the family - and friends
even the in-believability
of some strangers
who then
has to face the loss
of what DEATH - ran from
and the psychological shame
stains the fabric of
a daily blame -- what - a - disgrace
a failure to cope
has left questions - behind
why - what an’ whom to be blamed
didn’t We see ... the tell tale strains?
the in-ability to preserve
has left void lingering
the battle is now with - disbelief
the selfishness of this one Life
has left Others to be weighed in bewilderment
to carry the burden - of Its self-centeredness
why? ... (We are all mortals
but Life’s abruptness
is never accepted or expected.)2x

The pressure of society
has made it easy
has taken another Life taken another Life
from We from We
daily pressures
entrapped another Life in loneliness
in the depressive ... caused a mighty sleep
never ... to awake
no - more!
WHAT A RAASS~KLAAT PERSPECTIVE!
(Another capitulated unto
the depressive weight ... of society’s DOGMA!)2x

Oh Darling Baby ... why
tell Mi why … My Precious Baby why
hum, hum, um - hum, hum, um ...
Momma … the pressure is still here
for another Mind to bear
this pathway’s journey
the quandary of depression
a’ bullet to the head
a slit to the wrist - the refusal of acceptance
the blood surges - TO - WASTE
why? ... (Dis T’ing calls Life
Its full of uncertainty
and Its sudden occurrences.)2x
(B)
Gone is ... THE GLORY
gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life
gone is ... THE GLORY
gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life
gone is ... THE GLORY
gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE! the gift if Life

Daily pressures
with their endless failures
footsteps print footsteps
in the sand
trodding from the Land
GOING - TO - WASTE
daily pressures
entrapped another Life in loneliness
in the depressive ... caused a mighty sleep
We all live Life
so We all willed to experience Death
the assured MUST of Life
but nowhere is it written or declared that
(one should die - coagulated in sickness)2x
now ... is suicide
an illness?
and isn’t mankind capable
(to prescribe
the antidote of togetherness?)2x
(A)(Oh My Darling Baby … why
tell Mi why … My Precious Baby why
hum, hum, um - hum, hum, um … tell Mi why.)
Track Name: Cause You Know Not Whom (535b), Pt. 2 [Virgo Dub Mix]
YUH NEVER KNOW – 553b

A’ la~la la~la~lay - Yuh know not whom
Your friend or enemy be - nor
whose penance will drop a’dime - pon Yuh ..!

Yow … showin’ de’slight minded fools
what - they be
in their cesspool of stupidity
skinnin’ stain-up teeth to alleluria
t’inkin’ dem teck yuh fe bo~bo
betraying Yuh fe nuttin’
more dan - a’ fistful - wow, You then
be friends with everybody’s hypocrisy - as
Your enemy’s duplicity - in most times
is on whom You can count - on
so … if it’s once a day
be aware whom Your friends be - ‘cause
smiles - have covered frowns -- silence - has told sad stories
and the actions of one whom You trust
have been more devastating … than millions moved
so check Your wings’ - longevity
‘cause Yuh never know
the valleys … one will crawl
to HACK ... You down
Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!

A’ la~la la~la~lay - Yuh know not
the valleys … one will crawl
to HACK ... You down
Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!


Sekkle … tu’n-ripe breadfruit a’ feisty itself
a’ push-up it smell pon crusty fire wood
an’ nah watch de’turning of its backside
Sis’ta … it is from a stranger
that We find the friendliest deed
out of the unknown – that
a “Hello” an’ a’ “wha’~a’~gwaan” is surprising
also - it’s when YOUR loneliness lingers
that You appreciate old-times and its memories
so in Your goings
show respect to each … You meet
as You know NOT from whose mouth
Your bitter-ed BLOOD will … sweet
also - when Your unconquerable personality - reveals
to have You taking Silence for granted
mindful what plot stupidity plots
‘cause You never know
why stupid things are done
an’ Yuh ‘ave no clue
who will make You
the cause … to SQUASH a fear
Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!

A’ la~la la~la~lay - Yuh ‘ave no clue
who will make You
the cause … to SQUASH a fear
Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!


Wise-up to the nightmare of a brother’s hand
that saved You yesterday
to now - sits in company plotting a doubtful today
to Your disbelief - washing the stains
of Your dying blood - this
to satisfy envy - greed - jealousy or hate calculatedly
upon Your dreadful tomorrows
suh … for de’heck-off-it
not knowing for why an’ whom
wants to CUT ... You down - and
having no awareness as to why bad-luck
wants to HACK … You down
You plant all the ‘seeds’
to defend You - as an’ why
Yuh know not whom Your friend or enemy … be - NOR
whose penance will drop a’ dime … pon Yuh
watch Yuh back - if only for de’heck-of-it
‘cause Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!

A’ la~la la~la~lay - for de’heck-off-it
not knowing for why an’ whom
wants to CUT ... You down - and
having no awareness as to why bad-luck
wants to HACK … You down
You plant all the ‘seeds’
to defend You - as
Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!


Big-man … if Yuh a’fe do a’do
what … a’do a’fe do
as spoken is the scruples that boils You
note - at the end of a battle
the true champion NEVER rejoices
‘cause their conscience knows - all the deeds
warranted and unwarranted - suh
if at no time - purposely there was a disrespect to You
nuh call-doung the wrath of revenge
pon You consequently
never dive into the silence of the River
‘cause Yuh know not
the snakes embedded within - nor
the volcanoes - timely resting beneath
‘cause Your free-strokes might be
the fright that sparks a’ bite
that twirls You unfathomable beneath
some things - sidestep an’ don’t sweat it - sometimes
‘cause Your perspiring anger might be
the pebble that erupts the twirl
that sucks You in
so watch the twigs and leaves - migration
as their knowledge
You might just don’t know - Yuh don’t know
Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!

A’ la~la la~la~lay - for de’heck-off-it
watch the twigs and leaves – migration
as their knowledge
You might just don’t know - Yuh don’t know
Yuh JUST never know - Yuh never know ..!

A’ la~la la~la~lay - Yuh know not whom
Your friend or enemy be - nor
whose penance will drop a’dime pon Yuh ..!
Track Name: Names Are Called (597) [Ifield Dub Mix 2]
NAMES … ARE CALLED - 597

The reality of life - We live
things - haunting - the traces We’ve been through
We take for granted
what We wouldn’t do - to
have mommies and daddies
standing near
when Our names
are called …
(who do you lean on
when your name … is called
who do you call on
when your situation … is wrong
whose whispering words
makes you … a-strong?)A

An actuality of existence - We survive
things - poignant - the burdens knowledge faces
We procure for granted
experiences are remembered
from failures - as their hurts
have turned sweats into stubborn tears
most coming from the envy
that cancers the mind(s) … of humanity
yet no credos given - to
times and Your trials
when You - are a’ starting over
one is raised a-high - to
be called champion …
(when yuh breaking the fall
in the starting-over
whose reaching hands … are near
when tomorrow has already
started its afternoon
who thought to thought … about you?)B


When We sit - a-front the tunnel
in aloneness - balancing the wobbled doubts
realizing time an’ space
led Your tired feet’s pace - it’s
instinctive courage and someone’s whisperings
“A’ believe in you!”
“Know … I’m a-countin’ on you!”
that nudges lonesomeness
to take that - a-fearful step
self-esteem clasping to self-consciousness
takes simplicity onto its paved highways
as the train only passes bye
every now and again - thus
an’ in truth - from Your dos
another … finds courage … so care to realize the meaning of the path You sojourned
as in most cases - within a wink of an eye
it is You who chooses to turn from
mother’s bosom …
who does your conscience reaches for
when your name … is called
who do you call on
when your situation … is wrong
whose whispering words
makes you … a-strong?


The reality of life - We live
things - lingering - the smidgeons dealt
We take for granted
what We wouldn’t do - to
have mommies and daddies
standing near
when Our names
are called …

Shut yuh eyes fe get a’wyan nap
an’ inna shallow - silent swamp
the hula hoop wobbles Yuh knees … ankles
gasping - yuh run out’a options
a’ so~so big belly … albino swines
wid a’ sarcastic grin - dem swimming around
a-waiting Your unlucky - a-shocked slip
what We wouldn’t do - THEN
to have mommies and daddies
standing near
when yuh breaking the fall
in the starting-over
whose reaching hands … are near
when tomorrow has already
started its afternoon
who thought to thought … about you?
Put in the time - grit yuh teeth
punch the clock - wipe the sweat
yuh meck all … too many sacrifices
now -- time fe some payback
john crow wan’ com’ pitch dem stained-shit
pon yuh graduation suit
red-eye an’ ungratefulness
have destroyed the journey of many - of a Visions
an’ when a’wyan - is written a bloody-verse
the statue of limitation - to Yuh determinant - hurled
inna Yuh ‘business’
will not file a cold case - sooo
what We wouldn’t do - to
have mommies and daddies
standing near
who does your conscience reaches for
when your name … is called
who do you call on
when your situation … is ‘wrong’
whose whispering words
makes you … a-strong?


It’s sad - whenever
when a good deed
implodes to destruction of insecurity
Yuh open a door
to rescue a Soul
sleep crying Pickeny~o
hope You bleeds no more
the reality of life - We live
things - persistent - reflecting roads travelled
We take for granted
as You sleep in comfort
to a choice off giving back - knowing
You wouldn’t be You
without the protective compassion of
someone’s unconditional embrace - NOW
one suspecting day
only to find out - that
that a potion of slow-poison
has been planted - by
a now lover … that’s near
“A’ care for you!” tells that love
from a deceitful lover - KILLS
what We wouldn’t do - to
have mommies and daddies
standing near
when Our names
are called …
(A - B)
Track Name: Silhouette (169)
SILHOUETTE – 169 by Anthony Leonard Pierre

Hi Dear -- ok, Hello Honey
How yuh doin’ - A’ mean what’s up?
Let Mi si ... how do I start.

Well, as You can see or guess
by the start of this letter
I’m confused
as to Our future relationship
I’m uncertain
about Our togetherness Dear.

Yuh see ... it’s last evening
an’ I decided to drop by
as habit had planned
and, as to surprise
what I saw
caused big-man to almost cry.

I saw Your silhouette
Honey
I saw the tale
Your silhouette tells
in the glare
of tearing eyes
I saw Your
silhouette Dear
an’ it’s clear
from that
silhouette there
I won’t be
near You … up there

I saw Your
silhouette near
that visitor … up there.

Steps led by sadness
stepped by courage
followed by memories
held-up by ambition
wishing You the best
as ... it’s dread
dreadful out there
of that I do know
and feared You facing ... but
the tales
from the silhouette tells
You’ve already been out there
facing the unknown
reading fe tell I
the guess-what - sorry - sad-story
time fe I ... step
to be ... by Own
to fully-time face
face-up to ... (what intuition had known.)2x

Yuh see ... it’s last evening
an’ I decided to drop by
as habit had planned
and, as to surprise
what I saw
caused big-man
to almost cry
I saw Your silhouette
Honey
I saw Your
silhouette near
that visitor … up there.
Track Name: Ska - Inna Di Park (274) [Version 2]
INNA DE’PARK - 274

Yeah Man ... a’ tickie~tickie - macka-stick
by the rivers - parkways
round abouts and causeways
this god-forsaken land
I an’I sat’ta an’ weep
remembering where - where We’re from.

A’ho~o~o ... a’ Jam-Doung Wi born
scattered all ov’a
“Inner Cities” an’ - “Ghet~t~os”
in a little division - inna babylon’s land
livin’ ... in - a - sub-division
searchin’ for where ... We belong
a’ love an’ big-up Wi Black Livity
rockin’ to de’Rhythm ... whey soothes Wi
a’Wi a’de - a’ho~o~o … run-t’ings - Yardies ...

SAT~TA ... an’ there Wi a’fe scratch Wi ‘eads
an’ lick Wi sweat
as Wi mem’ba de’sweetness
Wi lef’ doung a Yard wo~o~o.

De’goat’ead soup an’ plantine smell ... dey tease Wi
de’ bubblin’ to de’dubbin’ dey haunts Wi - as
music-box … BLAZIN - recorded memories
inna dis yah [Road-Block - Session]
de’chatter - tells de’Massive - where
[economic, religious and
social Village] ... Each belongs Wi from
as de’music, draws an’ tease - de’food an’ clothe
identify - a’ different step
[from wyan an’ wyan a’Wi]
inna dis yah land - a’Wi dey bounce
to whey Yard - [dey teck … fe granted]
as Wi notice an’ check sey
all dem “battylogians”, “sneakingly” - wan’ - from Wi
a’fe thief whey
[Wi’sweet - sweet - ragamuffin’
Jam-Donian - Reggae - Music
Jam-Donian - Reggae ...]

A’dem a’ class Wi as “Aliens”
an’a call Wi “Foreigners”
inna dis - god-forsaken land
yet a’fe labour dem exploit
inna dutty, inna dutty babylon.

Ia watch-out ... heighten security
babylonia ... got a’ sneakin’ eye ... [pon Wi]
while Black Mask done-qua -
Wi don’t care ...
Wi don’t care at all ... all
as - Wi dey [inna de’park]
searchin’ [for the beat]
teasin’ de’meat
[to an~n Ithiopian - Rhythm]
Roots Gyal - Bad-Bwoy - [Rudie]
“Christian” - Uptown
Ugly ... [an’ Cutie]
a’Dem - [Dem dey yah]
a’ find an’ stay close-up - to
wid de’vibes - call - [Yardiee]
Dem’a ... i - den-tity - cho~man ...
a’ Jam-Dong Wi born
suh Wi [inna de’park … after dark]
[a’ river to de’bank - cover~ly]
a’ reasonin’ - labrishin’
dey mumbo~jumbo ... in’
nuh mat’ta wey dey gwa~an
[inna de’park ... after dark]
more times
jus’a talk - jus’a talk - jus’a talk - talk ... talk
[to fa~le~te an’ rahtid~cup]
dey chat - chuckie bo~booo
shootin’ de’breeze an’ t’ing
Wi [inna de’park ...]
after dark, after dark
more times ... jus’a talk
a’ river to de’bank - cover~ly
after dark, after dark
more times ... jus’a talk
chuckie bo~booo an’ t’ing.

Nats-up Natty ... check dis - de’gathering
is a - [MUST]
de’labrishing
no fuss
a’jus’ - [such an’ such]
more times - till - daylight - Mi’a tell yuh
as dis place … is a’wyan lonely state
[full’a stress an’ ... so~so headache]
Knots ... yu’wyan si
a’Wi Reggae - Music
[lover an’ comforter]
de’manna ... I an’I’s disposition - hankas
a’ lean pon - [suh Wi stay ... strong]
Dready ... yu’nuh know
a’Wi Reggae - Music
[lover an’ comforter]
de’manna ... I an’I’s disposition - hankas
a’ lean pon - suh Wi ... [stay strong.]

By the rivers - parkways
round abouts and causeways
this god-forsaken land
I an’I sat’ta an’ weep
remembering where - where We’re from.

Mis’ta Selec’ta
drop I ... a’ plat’ta
tease-up Mi pressure
meck A’ sus-out [a’ lean-pon - Partner]
to sooth out ... I Memories
[of pastimes ... happenings]
A’ got to go do ...
some serious ... [dubbin’ - bubblin’]
do ...
some serious ... [dubbin’ - bubblin’.]

Dubbin’, dubbin’
bubblin’ pon a serious I~ebi~an Sistren
a conscious an’ motherly Black T’ing
A’ gwan to bubble ... dis T’ing
till She beggin’ - duh Massa
lef likkle bit’a ... Mi sinting - ting - ting
till Wi meet next eve~ning - till Wi meet next eve -

EASY - mike chanter
gi’Mi more time
fe eye-out
[dis bubblin’ ... Dau’ta]
pon de’bossom
a’wyan serious Sistren
[a’gwan mem’ba - Mi Memorings]
bubblin’ ... till de’winin’
easy Wi - saka dat
a’ so~so - [stretching to de’yarning]
as de’sneakin’ Sunshine
bussin’ de’wake-up ... [pon Wi]
que~yah ... to back-foot
[is time fe de’leavin’ ...]2x
yeah Man ... check dis!

How can We sing and rejoice gallivantly
wid all~l~l dispositions
shit-uations placed Us in ...

Bright Sunday morning
some reading fe
hollie~mollie religion
de’majority though
‘ave fe head - [a’de complex]
needs the rest
fe deal ... [wid de’stress]
de’hustle an’ bustle
fe a pay check
[is’a - daily ... test]
suh Wi inna de’park
a’gi de’stress … a social - rest
an’ fe CLAD ... [wid de’Rest]
Wi dubbin’ a labrishin’
pon de’vibes~s - of
[Wi’sweet - sweet - ragamuffin’
Jam-Donian - Reggae - Music
Jam-Donian - Reggae ...]

An’ there Wi a’fe scratch Wi ‘eads
as Wi mem’ba de’sweetness
Wi lef’ doung a’ Yard wo~o~o.

Wi [inna de’park
Rude-Bwoys skankin’ an’ Ital Dau’tas bubblin’
searchin’ for
[where - We - belong]
a’ love an’ big-up Wi Black Livity - as
a’Wi a’de ...
[a’ho~o~o … run-t’ings - Yardies ...
a’ tickie~tickie ... macka-stick]
a’ Jam-Dong Wi born
suh Wi [inna de’park … after dark]
[a’ river to de’bank .... cover~ly]
a’ reasonin’ - labrishin’
dey mumbo~jumbo - in’
nuh mat’ta wey dey gwan
[inna de’park ... after dark]
more times
jus’a talk - jus’a talk - jus’a talk - talk ... talk
[to fa~le~te an’ rahtid~cup]
dey chat - chuckie bo~booo
shootin’ de'breeze an’ t’ing
Wi [inna de’park ...]
after dark, after dark
more times ... jus’a talk
a’ river to de’bank - cover~ly
after dark, after dark
more times ... jus’a talk
chuckie bo~booo an’ t’ing ...
a’dem a class Wi as “Aliens”
an’a call Wi “Foreigners”
inna dis - god-forsaken land
yet a’fe labour dem exploit
inna dutty, inna dutty babylon.

Do remember ... next Friday and Saturday
all roads - lead
to dis road-block
Jam-Doung - Reggae Music - Session
right on yah … right on yah - yeah Man ...

How can We sing and rejoice gallivantly
wid all~l~l dispositions
shit-uations placed Us in ...

Wi dey
inna de’park ... livicatin’ - to
the spoken words - of
Reggae Music
[Wi’sweet - sweet - ragamuffin’
Jam-Donian - Reggae - Music
Jam-Donian - Reggae ...]

By the rivers - parkways
round abouts and causeways
of this god-forsaken land
there I an’I sat’ta an’a weep
as Wi remember de’images of
where - We’re from
(where - We’re from ...)3x
Track Name: Rafael Is Dead (89) [Virgo Drum and Bass Mix]
RAFAEL IS DEAD ..! - 89

He learned to talk
the ‘whiteman’s’ talk
Madison Area Technical College at daytime
an’ worked the dog-shift
in the back of some State Street kitchen
between classes
His apartment was a sanctuary
for those who took the ‘trip’, with Him
an associate of Mine
got in Rafael’s way
best friend of Rafael
this scavenger was
but he let greed
get in his crazy head
the “ruption” between them
grew to the point -- that
where State Street
runs into the Capitol Square - on the right hand side
was where the showdown occurred
at high noon
Brethren defended Himself
from a childhood schoolmate
who had now become an attacker
KNIVES DRANK HOT BLOOD
and the Victim ran
from shock of what He had done
Rafael killed His attacker
His best friend … DEAD:
all witnesses knew
that -- Rafael never meant.

One victim
hardhearted - out cold
tagged by the big-toe
with only his friend - Rafael
to say a prayer for him
the Other
hot blooded - petrified and running scared
His signature imprinted
on a ‘weapon’

Rafael ... You have made
the headline news
You’ve made
de’headline editorials - Brotherman
six-o-clock front-page - too.

How do You plead?
a day in court - a jury of Your peers
this was only a formality
just going through the motions
for the system had already ‘SET’ its verdict:
these People are a menace to ‘our’ society
very unwanted, by the ‘masses’
so in one community voice, they screamed
“He only turned himself in, to gain our sympathy!”
“No one is safe, with those kind around!”
“There’s no place in society, for him!” --
as Rafael, was one of Castro’s trying refugees
wyan’a Fidel Castro’s tryin’ refugees
with the circumstances within hand
the judicial shit~stem set out
to make an example - out of Him
so the prosecutor asked
for Rafael’s LIFE to evidence Its duration
in Waupan State Penitentiary
in Wisconsin’s Waupan State Pen.

Oh Rafael
You tried so hard
and for no fault of Your Own
You were LOCKED behind perpetual bars
the story have told - so many ears
what is now telling … is a mystical lie
and the tragedy an’ mystery
as to why You came into My karma
is like dust in the wind
I now play My Boney M. Lp. record
with much regret
knowing - it was YOU … who brought the message
to disc jockey Me - that
‘Reggae’ had Its audience
in Cuba, Caribbean - makin’ I an’I
truly neighbouring blood Brothers - too.

Rafael - an exile’s challenge You met
as Dreams You had
to make Life better
Your way
society took Your Life
their way
but I won’t let You die
and Your Dreams go away
to stray
I felt for You
on that summer day
when the headlines proclaimed
a Cuban - Rafael
killed another one dead
and I died with You
when it again said
there’s a riot at Waupan
‘cause a Cuban - Rafael
while in isolation lock-down
is found hung - DEAD
in Waupan’s seclusion - none left a trace
of their dirty hands.

Rafael - a model prisoner
You had become
a treat to babylon’s shit~stem
You had began to translate
the ‘language’ of this system
an’ Waupan is ‘rich’
with ‘Spanish’ ears
dem Spanish speaking
Caribbean ears - too
and in FEAR of this - awakening
some promote their political agenda
by sacrificing You
NOW the entangled Victim.

Where were
the watching guards
and the documenting cameras
over prisoners in
solitary-isolation
lock-down ..?

and where did You get
and who MADE the noose
to hang You ... from WHAT
in the time span of - WHEN --
the camera of
protection and law an’ order
coincidentally - at the stroke of the mid-west sun
shut down - break down - malfunctioned
oh, the explanations commencing split-lips
comin’ from babylon’s tongues
are ridiculous to the tune of cover-up - too
dey coverin’-up de’murder of Rafael
they’re coverin’-up the execution of Rafael.

Rafael - I have noted
the prosecutor’s plot
is executed
the jury
of his peer
did its civic duty
another Black
is lynched
northern style
another Black
is lynched
by the liberals in style
and they’ve sophisticated
the practice
to be called SUICIDE - SUICIDE - SUICIDE
sophisticated
the practice
to be called -- SUICIDE
will the balls of My Pens
script the verdict of this racially motivated
covered-up homicide?
within how many days
a jury of whose peers was conjured-up
as once in the sheriff’s mighty hands
the propaganda of this democratic machinery
declared You an undesirable of Castro
one of the Mariel “boatlifters”
with a “virus” that had to be locked away forever
from amongst these civilized Wisconsinites.

You must
by now know -- how
the whole of the mid-west
was brought to their fearing knees, as
Your fellow Warriors
played You -- a movin’ song
Caribbean style
bun-doung - mash-doung
babylon
in this shit~stem of
blatant incarceration
of the Black Skinned Man
when yuh got nuttin’ to lose
an’ everyt’ing fe gain -- fire bun - subsequently
babylionia’s propaganda
its clergymen and politicians
called it a -- “... a riot at Waupan!”
ordering their national guards
to show-up
in riot gears
Rafael - You have forever left
Your mark
on their - FEAR
where … is the prosecutor
and his jury - these days.

Oh Rafael … You tried so hard
and for no fault of Your Own
You were LOCKED behind bars
and stolen is Your verdict
to give Your Life - for life
thus, I found them - dem babylonians GUILTY
Yours was a ... an action in
in defense of Self
theirs is
cold-blooded and racial - too
so I declare
by principle and evidence
they are guilty - double guilty
at the stroke of
table turning toll
their lives will kake
to the ground You now homed.

Oh Rafael … Rafael … oh Rafael
on the 31st of August 1981
in the mid-day sun
Raynaldo’s blood
ran hot
within a year
to the tension of a noose
Yours
just - STOPPED
oh Rafael
Son of the Caribbean
oh Rafael
Son of the Caribbean
Dreams You had
to make Life better
Your way - but within
two years of Your exodus from Mariel’s harbor
society took Your Life
their way
as with the shot of
a different stab
Rafael ... Your Dreams lay dead - but
I won’t let You GO DOWN
I won’t let You DEPART THIS LIFE
I won’t let You DIE!
and Your Dreams go away
to stray
I felt for You
on those summer days
when the headlines said
a Cuban - Rafael
IS ... IS ... IS ...

I play My Boney M. Lp.
with much regret
knowing - it was YOU
who brought the message
to disc jockey Me - that
‘Reggae’ had Its audience
in Cuba, Caribbean - makin’ I an’I
truly neighbouring blood Brothers - too.
Track Name: Gone Visit Di Ghetto (224)
... GONE VISIT DE’GHETTOES - 225

Run little Children run Git-it on up an’ rum
Your Innocence WILL Young-Bloods - flash it
blind You
lead You down da
“white-drain”
cause You to blow-up
Your Brains
steal Your Life
from You
as the ‘failure’ of society
is blamed
to be burdened
on - You.

Lollypop
lick, lick
achieves
sip, sip
coke
pull, pull
another Black Brain
down, down
wasting
in vain
an’ de’Mothers - Black Mothers
societies say - NOW d’wyans to be blamed.

Renders pullin’
a track here
a track there
da’sled - sleddin’ everywhere
track dem
a line there
a line here
everywhere Yuh turn
there are tracks over there
across de’tracks
santa is headin’ South
he got da’white blanket out - COVER - teck cover, teck cover
who in da’Fam’ly fallen to be taken - out.

Santa is busy
passin’ through
the elves
have given a-count
of the census count
of the numbers
of You -- SO
time to ‘GIVE’ Black Progeny
a dose
of whitie’s privileges
suh, he’ll visit You
twenty-four-seven - anytime a’de night
from November
to the middle a’ July
he got de’paraphernalia enticing You - to
get HIGH from the problems … facing You
sey Yuh can’t afford
much less ‘ave chimney
don’t worry, beeeee … livin’ in “Hoods” or suburbia
he’ll find You - AND
he’ll ‘smoke’ down the pipe
so fast
‘IT’ will BLOW
Your wooing Mind - BLOW.

Not santa - NO
but’a You
who will be
passin’ ... de’vices
pushing de’pipes of temptation
from one Brother - to another
from one Sister - to another
from one Father - to another
from one Mother - to another
from one BLACK - to Your Self-destruction.

Santa is HERE
he got da’tools to
blow a’brains out an’
destroy a Fam’ly or’da
an’ depends on who is who
dat “motherfucking” VICTIM
could be You - could be who ..?

For de’privileged
it’s the aphrodisiac of choice
when abused
to epidemic proportions
it’s then dosed to drugs of destruction
in Black Neighbourhoods
santa gets from the whom
and gives to whom ...
or is it “Robin Hood”
who coverts?

Yes - he is all for choice
“It’s a choice of a - new generation!”
a~ah - a-fooled portion - the disenfranchised
of the population, de’Black population, de’Black population.

No more
fairy tale mysteries
time to TAKE BACK amendments
and PUSH BACK advancements
time to PUNISH fe Yuh
Mama and Papa’s involvements
in Civil Rights!
hope Yuh didn’t think dem caucasians
would let that era go - unpunished.

Prisons are built
and precincts can now -- ‘PUSH’
the sale of confiscated items
at state wide auctions
so I guess
the judges, cops and border patrols - dem dutty babylinians
really want to ‘STOP’
the importation of ...
the distribution of ...
the sale AND consumption of
their ILLICIT products
no wonder in “de’Hoods” of any city, county or state
there is a liquor-gun bar holdin’-up every corner
and the patrolling elves
cruises by on their turf watch
with holster unstrapped
wavin’ a smile … like santa.

Git-it on up an’ rum Run little Children run
Young-Bloods - flash it Your Innocence WILL
blind You
leads You down da
“white-drain”
cause You to blow-up
Your Brains
steal Your Life
from You
as the ‘failure’ of society
is blamed
to be burdened
on - You.

How dat stuff - GOT
under Yu’r pil~low
up Your ventricular nose
blowing … Your Mind - HOW?
e~ea~sy - dey advertising ‘IT’
BIG - BILL - BOARD - BILLING
“Coke is it ... AAAHH!”
pepsi is only a competitor
made - from - ‘IT’
addicting with
“Nigger” - killin’ - portions.

Ironic how, “Ghetto” Peoples
can’t afford food
or a proper restin’ place
but can find
and afford ‘IT’
knows when an’ where
to sooth a ‘FIX’ - yet
Wi can’t find the courage
fe‘elp Wiself
to help the Chil~drens
but can help santa - KILL
Future a’Wi
it’s a choice of a
a-FOOLED GENERATION
a disenfranchised portion
of a population
a-lost on a ‘FIX’.

Santa has come to “de’Ghettos
Shanty Towns and Settlements”
ho! ho! ho!
givin’ de’Yout’s
real machine guns
action packed
and packaged
for convenient use
batteries included
or cheaply acquired
to fire-up
at the push or pull of
a … switch
ZOOM - sending Black Future
down “ignorance grave”
at least: if not for DEATH
for possession
You will be CHARGED.

An’ da’doll
yes -- it’s a “white bitch”
feel her l~o~n~g blond hair
an’ fill her ease-droppin’ ears with
neighbourhood’s mannerisms and tactics --
then - amending
Your constitutional rights
armed
with a warrant
sworn
by blondy’s dad
the “pigs”
are in Your Village
hunting “Livestock”
to auction
on the court yards
of twentieth century’s need
to relieve
its FEAR of Black’s Population
that is forever on the increase
dat’s on de’ - ATTACK
the census statisticians
have gotten ‘wind’ of a fact - suh at Blacks
the cdc attacks - the cdc - attacks.

Counter measures
the “Think Tanks” report
implementing
their white-washing plans
so “Niggers”
do the FEAR dance - da’FEAR dance
FREEZE! FREEZE! - Baby~lon on the prowl
wantonly to keep the castes of Black Nation down
cops - captain cops - top cops
real - life - stories
ain’t no t. v. -- see
You are whitie’s MOST WANTED
assuming da’position
bending over
to be -- ‘LASHED’ into submission
and da’doll goes
BACK - blondie is undercover … on her duty
to be … re-cycled
for another “Nigger-dick”
santa has his plan
an’ is out - to
fulfill it
an’ depends on who is who
dat “motherfucking” VICTIM
could be You - could be who.

Dey a rum bar
dey get tipsy
ov’a Tom Shop
gettin’ high
so down, down an’ “distraught-ed”
puffin’ a blunt, a pose wid a cancer stick, or
in desolation, alone an’ fearing eternal DEATH
a’ memorizing
mohammed’s koran or king jame’s bible
pointin’ fingers on You who is
caught trapped
on whitie’s witchcraft
them hypocritical jackasses
dumbfounded in their a-lost state
are unable to envision
the devil’s PLOT

which is the annihilation of
the resurgence of -- BLACKS
self-hate is manifested
in the hurting words
these ‘drunkies’ THROW - de’Young-Bloods way
Black Reassurance note: He is a chantin’ - chantin’ to You!
alcohol - A TRAP
dem’a drunkardness a’fe stop
an’ fulltime be realized a plot
cigarettes - A TRAP
cancer-stick marketed at I
wid a definite destructive plot
marijuana - A TRAP
doped out, down an’ out
nu’use to de’Revolution (all) about
religions - A TRAP
a’de hoax dat brainwashes all believers
into beggars an’ followers, - how long must We continue
to be deceived by this plot
the FLESH of caucasia’s children - A TRAP
if is love
why don’t they first love (dem) self
these things - every “sin-gular” one of them
is a ‘sword’
this - intentionally is driven a-wedged
into the fabric of Our bountiful Black Immunities
watch where Yuh place Your steps
Young-Bloods -- Your Rite Of Passage - IS
being ROBBED from You - in the name of religion too!

Pull on
his lilly-white beard
get down
on all fours an’ trace the tracks
santa’s sledge is tracking
lines here - lines there
never meeting
to agree on a common point
confusion the reward
behind santa’s painted face
have a sip to quench Your thirst
then You are definitely
one of the victims!

Disappointed
Yu’r going ‘Home’
but the billboards - everywhere
are telling, “It’s a season to be merry!” - and
as the circus provides
temporary laughter
Your ‘monkey’
disobeys
dance order
he needs - a ‘FIX’
before he jumps off
Your head
Your shoulders
to have You ‘dance’
for santa
and if You are not DEAD
from shock
a bullet attack
You will be locked away
in ‘wonderland’
stamping out the ‘toys’
for santa’s
capitalistic shit~stems
captive
a modernized “slave”
producing the tools
of a democratic
imperialistic society.

Git-up an’ rum Run little Children run
Young-Bloods
flash de’area Your Innocence WILL
blind You
leads You down da
“white-drain”
cause You to blow-up
Your Brains
steal Your Life
from You
as the ‘failure’ of society
is blamed
to be burdened
on - You.

Body heat escapes
from abdomen
from head
from BLACK
as oxygen mixes
with the water of Life
and runs down Progeny’s drain -- RED
realization an’ emptiness
take over
suh, Yuh look DOWN
on Your ‘toy’
there is blood
crying
dying
killing
as those ‘toy’ guns
now ‘GROWN~IN’’
in Your hands
BAM! BAM!
needs a fix, but
it’s Your Mother
dat’s crrry~ing
de’Life of another Black
causes bawlin’
those g.i. joes
have joined forces
with battery cops
yes BA~DAM BAM! BA~DAM BAM!
blood … is flowing
didn’t know that bullets
would be coming from those guns - one day
the heat of blood
now STRAINS
You’re a-frighten hands
pointing at Self - it stains
an imprinted conviction
You are a statistic
of the
CAUCASIAN’S - RACIST - PLAN
do not now
be a victim of the dungeons
where another ‘DEATH’ of rape - to SMACK the forbidden fruit
(awaits … Your Innocent stalwart Flesh.)2x

From virginia to its west
north to south carolinas
a wildfire should I spark
will these murders ‘LIVE’ the smoke
that residues thereafter? -- and note also
probation was lawed
to destroy de’Black’s Foundations
as corn-liquor under any taxation
is still drunkardness, definitely
fe Fam’ly willed, to be forever destruction
check it: on a cross - amending the script
santa liberally ‘GIVES’ the ‘flesh’ of his women
as inter-marriage he promotes
however, the devil he becomes to
prevent the structuring of Black Self-Government
he indoctrinates his kind of
of the supremacy ideologies an’ to serve a “God”
call - the mighty “GUN”
least I an’I seek compensation in the form of
Land and reprisal - bloody vengeance
Bloods - Young-Bloods
a Village devastated -- IS
is willed to the mental dependencies of drugs
and internalized frustrations - on the other hand
the enemy zoned to gated communities over there
if he and his “law and order”
ain’t around
in fist reach - THEN
it’s on ‘Self’
DE’PUNCHES will ‘land’
and if We don’t make it
a conscious effort of resistance and change
Ancestors’ ordeals will go
unnoticed, not appreciated and to forever - waste
Pickneys - don’t meck dem
dem raas-cals lie to Uno
de’inscription pon Solomon’s grave
in any language declared
“Here - lies - a - dead - man!”
now, explain dem DRUNKIE’S intent
to have Your Innocence
down the cesspool of drug addition
likened unto their a-lost state

it is clear de’love of misery
and Self-hate a noose on Blacks
in their depredated, depreciated - degraded minds
willing to LEAD their own Pickneys
into oppressor’s dungeons --
Children - it is not only for Your Self-Survival
but theirs also
that You MUST Survive their “cultish” rubbish
suh wid
a knowledge of Experiences
a Will to live and a Progeny to preserve
You do ... whatever it will take.

Run little Children run Git-it on up an’ rum
Your Innocence WILL Young-Bloods - flash it
blind You
leads You down da
“white-drain”
cause You to blow-up
Your Brains
steal Your Life
from You
as the ‘failure’ of society
is blamed
to be burdened ...

“Johnny don’t take Your gun to town!” - and
“Oh Johnny was ...”
“Johnny Bwoy don’t take Your gun to town!” - and
“Oh Johnny was ...”
the lyrics of dem mourning songs
sadly, another Black now understands
do We think
the addiction of any form can
march, fight and much less win a Revolution - THUS
for Self-Survival
We must BREAK the bond
stained in - unto the Mind.

Run little Children run
buggie-man after You
suh run, to figure what to do
(run little Children ... run!)4x