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.

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.

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.

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.)

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 ..!

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)

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.

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

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.

... 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