The Black Fruit

by Anthony Leonard Pierre

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[Me - Myself or I, the last time I saw either of them, He was alone. The rewards of Writing are lonely and abandonment. Now, as you meditate these psalms don't cut corners with your life, hoping for acceptance or to gain a passerby's attention. Seen ..!]

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released May 15, 2015

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Track Name: The Code Name (8)
THE CODE NAMES - 8

Nigger - Blackie!
Nigger - West Indian!
Black American - Afro American … “the hairstyle man”!
Oh, coloured one - dirty-man!
Black Afrikan
as if “Afrikans” were
were supposed to be -- of the caucasian’s klan!

Colored - lazy-one
underprivileged - dutty-bwoy
all lazy - backward - stupid-man!
Woman beater - child molester
drunkard - rapist and thief!
YES ... in all stages of insincerity
those names, that THEY dutty babylon accept
IS - ALL - YOU - HEAR.

Come on
My People - Black Peoples … WISE UP
to their propaganda, brainwashing tactics!
the surviving Blacks
in the amerindian regions
the fighting Botswanians
the mighty Warriors of Angola
the enduring Ugandans
Black Warriors, never gave-up
when THEY became Zimbabweans
Azanians
the fighting Spirits
of the Southern Ethiopians
even de’rebellious Nya-Dreads
of de’likkle-rock - Jamaica
NO - of these Peoples
You never hear
as They represent free Spirits
FIGHTING
ever since Our Backs
WERE FORCED
against the walls of oppression
against the walls - of Black Extinction.

“South Africa” - YES!
but why?
Black Majority - “white supremacy”
to remember dem’a enslavin’ -- We
Charleston, South Carolina
Southampton an’ Jamestown in Virginia
the Cotton Belt of North America
Port Royal, Morant Bay and Discovery Bay in Jamaica
the sugar - banana plantations
are there for We - Blacks … to see - and study.

Goree and Bissau, in Senegal
Lagos, in Nigeria
Accra, in Ghana
River Gambia, Senegal, Niger
River Tanor, Pra, Oki and Volta ... dotted
with “slave” ports that flow to the “Gold Coast”
there one can see - tourists in
in incertitude - they are running from
east-west ... north and south
to get a glimpse of ‘his-story’
they are dosing themselves in
their “white supremacy” ideology - a-dreaming of
and wishing for “the good old days”, when
europe, west afrika’s “slave” coast and the americas
formed what seemed to be
(the unbreakable “Black ... Triangle”.)2x

See I have seen
everybody -- chant
they are chanting, “Nigger - Blackie
West Indian - Afro A~meri~can
coloured - Third World Man - minority
where in Africa yuh from - the NIGER?”
“Come ... put them in prisons - PLEASE
those kind cannot be trusted - tar babies!”
in the name of their “almighties”
they’re all MUMBL~ING CANTICLES
DE~BALLING -- RAPING
CRUCIFYING EATIN’-UP BLACK - FLESH
with these phrases of oppression
to continue the subliminal attack on
BLACK NATION’S Mental an’ Emotional state.


In their sub-psyche
they justify their actions
of the Black-Race division - annihilation
as the only way
they - THE - TRUE - MINORITY
can over-power - an’ rule
they are afraid and a-fearful of
their own inhibitions
and for THEIR survival though
Black denigrate - they covert.


Nigger “elevated” to Negro
as if, Wi grows only from Our knees!
Afro American to Black American
now Afrikan A~merry who?
don’t be fooled
Afrikan A~merry who
don’t - be - fooled?
they are trying to
trick, confuse an’ mislead - We
to keep I powerless
in their “white supremacy institution incorporations”.


Note this: Afrikan American
Caribbean - West Indian Man
as if, Wi have no Women!
Jamaican - Black Jamaicans
as if Jamaicans were
were supposed to be -- of the caucasian’s klan!
Yardiee, Raggamuffin - Yankiee
now Wi shouting POSSE while embracing
a Third World Mentality!
whose two worlds
are ahead of - I?
don’t You see they are trying to - covert
to - brainwash WE
to - divide WE
to conquer - WE
enslave - WE
to be rid of -- WE?


Negro, and all the rest
negative CODE NAMES
not - for ... I!
these CODE NAMES
brought forth
mental - emotional
spiritual and yes
physical - “slavery”
upon - MAJORITY ... I
the BLACK - NATION
the aspiring BLACK - NATION!

“A ~ FREE ~ KUSH”
“A ~ FREE ~ KUSH”
“A ~ FREE ~ KUSH”
“A ~ FREE ~ ...”
Track Name: Black Fruit (199)
BLACK FRUIT - 199

So - before You pick
the Apple Of Life
You have to ... loosen
the noose
to pick
from the Tree Of Life
a Life taken
a Life STOLEN
from Us.

The birds chirp
they carry a pollen
from here - to there
they hover
from tree - to tree
carrying
the Seed Of Life
from one Life
to birth Another -- Life
BUT - for the Black Fruit
Its Life
flew away to waste
It’s gone to Zion
before - Its due - time
oh Mi Brother … so~o~o
pon de’guinape, ackee an’ cotton trees ...
Black Flesh
hangs there
draped down
in Death’s pose
helpless - waiting to be
plucked down
waiting to be
cut down
swinging there
a SYMBOL of
subliminal fear
subliminal ... apprehension
oh My Sister … yeah
pon de’sycamore, apple an’ mango trees ...

The Tongue
out - pointed out - DOWN
as if trying
to taste
Its last gasp
of air
‘ave You seen My Papa
heard from Mama … woo ..?

Man’s taste
no longer PRODUCES ... saliva
crud now forms
to seal the VOICE of One who now
stands - DEAD
the noose … through its tension
has taken the Life
out of One’s muscles
it now HOLDS ... the shell of a Body
that once homed
a Living Soul
‘ave Yuh seen Brother
heard de’cryin’ of Sis’ta
pon de’sycamore … apple an’ mango trees ..!

The foam that clusters
Lip’s corners
is the Life-pulse
that the BRAIN is yearning for
as it FIGHTS to keep
whole Body - ALIVE.

Shoulders … slouched - DOWN
gravity has taken over
the Nose is tighten
from LACK of resistance - and
the Nostril is no longer moist
from the Life that once
lives through
damn dem crackers
havin’ a pic - nic
an’dey picked … Sis’ta so~o~o …!



Hands
caught by the klan’s trap
unable to HELP ease
the weight - Body weight
on Its ... neck
It TALKS a symbol of defiance
has It CLINGS for Its Life
pon de’guinape, ackee an’ cotton trees ..!


In defiance … Fingers - the Fingers
jumps and jerks
knowing - They can do nothing - NOW
to feed and comfort the Body
They have cared for … ALL - Its Life
dance … Their final dance - They danced
before releasing Life
to the - atmosphere
pon de’sycamore, apple an’ mango trees ..!


Toes pointed D ~ O ~ W ~ N
down to the earth down to ole’Akkompong
It once trod
pointing to where
Its BO~DY will finally lay
to fulfill - the Cycle
of Life.


The lynched - is
castrated away
from the collective
swinging there
invaded - mutilated
disgraced - raped
swinging in fear
swinging IN ... apprehension
so~o~o … before You pick
do loosen the noose!


The ‘apple’ tree - thought its vines
sucks minerals and water
from solid ground
to nourish itself
to bear its ‘apple’ fruit
for next harvest
but the isim of racism
burdens its branch
with the Fruit Of A Womb
a Womb whose child o~Pickney~o
is now lynched Pickannanie~o
so that the racist
can decrease Black Numbers
yes, Womb-Fruit is lynched ..!
two for the price of one
dey lynched da’pregnant Black Woman
lynching in Her latest trimester
killin’ Mamma an’de Unborn ..!


When the harvest has past
the birds and the bees
will carry on Nature’s Cycle
and the ‘apples’ will next season
be sweet - again
but BITTER is the taste of MAN’S saliva
when His last steps on mother earth pon de’Akkompong
is hoisted up
by (the tension - of a - noose)2x


His Bowels pass
as His Shoulders give - in
to the TIGHTENING of colour-hate
around - His Neck
the SANCTITY of this - a Natural Ceremony
is jeered on - mock~ingly
by (the INSANITY of a - mob)2x
pon de’guinape, ackee an’ cotton trees ..!

The Innocence
of shame and pride
is ripped and torn
from Body
It soaks and colours
the fabric
the Soul once wore
so It drips
to fertilize ANGRY ground
brewing to rise - one
(thunderous - mourn - ing)2x
‘ave Yuh seen Papa
heard de’cryin’ of Sis’ta
feel de’mournin’ of Mamma
seems they’ve captured Brother ..!

His Eyes
pulp - out … dazed-like
taking Its final look - at
the DEVIL and his klan
as the whole Skin
becomes moist
It loses
Its bright - radiating - life-luster
the Blood is dying - as
It flows … but to the noose’s tension
It STARVES for oxygen
so the Lips - just jesters
flatters and jesters.

The Tear is dried
It flows to a STOP on deaden flesh-skin
the wind carries
Its moisture - away
as it comes to claim
the Life ... hanging.

He shivers cold sweat
the Body is fighting to CO~OL a dying Body
but Life IS ... giving in to --
It’s out-numbered by hate
so all that drips - NOW
is time.

An’ Breath goes
suffocating back
resurrecting BACK ... to where
It ONCE began
so the whole Body - co~o~o ... It collapses
as Life goes - flying
It poses DEATH’S stance
waiting to be
plucked down
waiting to be
cut down
swinging there
a SYMBOL of
subliminal fear
a SYMBOL of
subliminal ... apprehension
‘ave Yuh seen My Brother
de’crackers are havin’ a pic - nic
an’ dey’ve trapped Sis’ta
seems they’ve captured Mamma
‘ave You seen Mi Papa
pon de’guinape, ackee an’ cotton trees
de’sycamore, apple an’ mango trees ..?
There is a still - stillness
silence has TAKEN its place
when One is hanging
from the TENSION of a noose
(- the staccato utterances -)2x
so it is ‘They’ who sing
the happy song
down by the riverside
down by - the River’s side
de’crackers … dey killin’ Mamma and Pickaninny
submiliminally kynching I an’I ..!
The motion of Her Body
swings from the fighting of a Warrior
resisting the EVIL of babylon
to the trumpet sound
of Those past - gone before
summoning Her Soul
proclaiming BLACK to Zion
down ... down from the sycamore tree
down from de’sycamore, apple an’ mange trees …

When it’s Your LAST breath
it’s a fight - no orderness to it
“aghastation” the body language
of the lynching … is stapled on the crucifix
where the gods, goddesses, lords and the maidens
laid there
in body AND sweat sacrifice
for the devil’s mockery
to them - the mob
that bedevils
it’s a feast in
in ENVY of Black Flesh.

From the atlantic to the pacific
including mexico’s gulf
Blacks’ Souls hang there
subliminally for historical documentation
though taken for granted
as the Life fights
to live in apprehension
Black Life the victim
of the Life - It lives
from the canadian alps
the american - united appalachies
to argentina’s southernmost foothold
coast to coast along its coasts
there - Black Lives
were and forever crucified
so the invading - debased - a-plagued racists can
enjoy an order of self-jollification
onto celebrating
their bloody-sacrificial religions.

This they do
attempting to ridicule Man(’s Jehovah)
who has transcend
this GIFT of sacrifice
that this now humbled Black Token
willed have - eternal Life
so in envy of
this “Man-God” relationship
crackers whip at Its Flesh
as Blacks go beyond - to perpetual utopia!

An’ as We realize - that
that this is NOT the method
by which Melanin dominance
should travel - the Human Cycle
the Warriors BLOW Their trumpets
calling the Assembly
to plan a confrontation
FINAL REVOLUTION
FINAL REVOLUTION
FINAL REVOLUTION
for (there is but one - high Ia)2x - AND
no matter how many times
they try an’ crucify I
at the picnics of their religious sacrifices
Black Souls … armored in Melanin stoutness
(will rise - reincarnated Souls
triumphant - in battle.)2x

Have You ever seen
the Body
swinging? - well!
It strikes a toll
a SYMBOL of
subliminal fear
subliminal ... apprehension.

So - before You pick
the Apple Of Life
You have to loosen
the noose
to pick
from the Tree Of Life
a Life taken
(a Life STOLEN
from Us.)2x

---- just as how they have replaced their “illegal” supremacy organization - the ku klux klan, which sprang up after reconstruction, with their “legal” judicial forces of the central intelligence agency, the federal bureau of investigation and the special police forces; so have they replaced the noose by the more sophisticated and organized ‘tools’ of r. j. reynolds, the centers for disease control, the drug task forces, the abortion issue champagne and the “propagandize” media, etcetera.
Track Name: Live It Up (46)
LIVE-IT-UP – 46

Live~it~up - skank~it~up - big~it~up - dub~it~up - uuum steady
“If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.”
hey Youths - Wi a’de elder wyans of dis Generation - si
an’ Wi com’ to dis conclusion
it is’a solid solution fe’Wi battering situation
a’Wi a’fe broke doung de’walls … whey a’ divide Wi
an’ wid all a’Wi might - build bridges of unity - seen …
o~o~oh yeah … Massive
Wi’ve got to live-it-up as Fam’ly
inna Ital Livity
I an’I mentality - dis yah one-love-Inity
live-it-up … wyan an’ all - be
be “a-wakily” alert - fe realize victory stance
join in an’ com’ make Wi
teck a’ sip from da’Unity Cup
chant … inna one Voice an’ live-it-up.

Portmore - Spain Town - MoBay - August Town - Riverton City
Dung-so - Ov’a suh - Back-suh - ‘Round-suh
a’ ya’so Wi Nable-‘tring cut
a’ ya’so - Wi belong.


Skank~it~up - big~it~up - dub~it~up - uuum sturdy
“If we must die, O let us nobly die
So that our precious blood may not be shed in vain;
then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!”
Barbican - Poor Man’s Corner - Bog Walk to Bridgeport
teck a’ sip from da’Unity Cup
com’ Youtiee com’ - from up’a
Kayvally - Back-to - Jungle - Jones Town to ov’a Maverley
Dove Kirk - Red Hills - Kencot - Seaview to Tivoli
si wha’ babylon’s covert teachings done to Wi
all inna de’name a’ religion an’ political fa~le~tee …

Yardies - We’re in psychological bondage
Wi want Wi Liberty - want … whey a’fe Wi
show some love
fe and to - Wi Sistrens an’ Idrens - check it - wid …
hand in hand
let’s rebuild da’NATION
Wi ‘trong an’ Wi ‘ave i-bility
potential an’ much cap~ability
‘ave fe wo’k onward
to be unity - One - dat’s right … bubble on - bubble
fa’ united the resurgence will be brawny
settin’ a’ better example - for de’Future Ones
each wyan teach wyan - leads wyan
Black Ancestral Pickneys
teck a’ sip from … da’Ital Cup an’ live-it-up.

Big~it~up - dub~it~up - uuum balanced
“O kinsmen we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!”
serious … a’ bubble Wi a’ bubble
nah scrubble pon wassie~wassie
whey one-time divide to destroy
Wi once enriched Fam’ly - suh …
Dreadies - do wey wid da’coke pipe
give-up de’wine bottle
time to live Ital an’ Irie
don’t abuse de’Collie-bud - but
know its wisdom ‘HERB’
respect de’Sisters
dat Mothers da’Nation
cigarettes an’ meat-chemical fat, etcetera
covert weapons … fe’b - killin’ Wi … slowly
but surly destroying Wi - Black Fam’ly
no need for da’hand guns
m16s, ratchets an’ dem bombs
be sturdy ‘Vessels’
inna da’Liberation Defensive Militia
standing … inna one Voice an’ live-it-up.

Rock Fort - Trench Town - Nanny Town - Moco
a’ Jam~doung Wi born an’ a’ We run t’ings
t’ings nuh run We - nuh run We.

Dub~it~up - uuum solid
“What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,”
Yout’ - now com’ meck I - I an’I reason - itically
Cross Roads - May Pen - Three Miles Youts
sid-doung yah suh
Mahoe Gardens - Falmoth - West End to Golden Grove
yah suh … sekkle Iers com’
go tell it pon de mountains to de valleys doung suh
sey Wi ready fe whey - a’fe Wi …
Youts - We’re in spiritual bondage
Wi want Wi Liberty - want whey a’fe Wi
Your hands and hearts - should be willfully clean
strengthened in building da’NATION - seen
suh COM’ … Ia, I an’I - I and I
teck a’ sip from da’Unity Cup
hand in hand - UNITED
We are stalwart - confident enough in the solidarity
ONE - CHOSEN - PEOPLE
IN - A’ - I~THI~OP~IA - awake Dem wid reasonin’ Ia
Pickneys - Pickaninnies
Young-Bloods of da’Black Heritage
cleanse Yuhselves
of the thoughts … of negativity an’ live-it-up - live-it-up.

The “Americas” - “Europe” - “Asia” to the Black continent
nuh mat’ta whey Yuh Foot trods - if
Yuh heritage Seed born yah
Yuh an article Yardiee - suh
com’ - run com’
com’ contribute … inna de’Youth’s Liberty.


Uuum continual
“Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!”
yuh si emancipation Yout’
it’s a’ reality
a’ ite-national Wi travel an’ si
liberation was already won - fe’Wi
a’Wi a’fe big-up inna dis certainty
brokin’ doung de’walls whey - a’ divides Wi
an’ in dis liberated mentality
rebuild Wi reality of Fam’ly …

Iers - come live-it-up as One
inna Ital Livity
I an’I’s mentality - dis yah one-love-Inity
living well Na~tu~ral an’ I~I~Irie
no more should We die in vain
and Our Young-Ones - go astray
no more should We be pitted
to quarry pon each Other
no more should Our Immunities
be torn apart by the TOOLS of others
let’s rebuild Our Nation
each One - help One
hand in hand
We are One People
workin’ onward and knowing
everyt’ing will be Peaceful and Irie
as Wi chant
inna one Voice an’ live-it-up
inna one Voice an’ live-it-up.


“If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed in vain;
then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!” - written by CLAUDE MCKAY IN 1919 (seven years after leaving Jamaica W.I.); The poem was a response to the vicious and horrible treatment of Black Soldiers after they returned to the United States of America after fighting for the US in World War 1.

a’We run t’ings Man
t’ings nuh run We …
Track Name: Reggae - Inna Di Park (274) [Extended Mix]
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.

Yeah man - 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 - yeah man
de’chatter - tells de’Massive - where
economic, religious and
social Village ... Each - a’ Ian’I belongs
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 ... - Yardie vibes.


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 - not at 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’ings
Wi inna de’park ...

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.

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 dey press-out bible leaf
an’ fix frock-pleat
a’ 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
an’ lick Wi sweat
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 ...

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
a’ho~o~o ... a’ Jam-Doung Wi born.
Track Name: Rasta John (14) [Version One]
RASTA JOHN - 14

Com’ Wi guh doung a’ - Jubilee
Young Gyal a have baby … com’..!
LA~A~AWD Sis’ta Jane
A’mem’ba when
Sister Jane
used to get [a’ one visit
from ... Brother John]
get visits
[from - so-cal’ Raaas~ta John]
Him ... Him - box cross de’way
[pon wyan street
doung suh] ... ‘Im is a
Rude-Sweet-Bad-Bwoy
all ov’a Town an’ Kuntry ..!

One day
Him com’ sey
[HIM - A DEFEND - PUSSIE~E~e~e]
som’ ... som’a Sister Jane’s
sweet, young and ju~icy [PUSSY]
after - de’talking and de’charming - and
de’whole heap’a promises ...
She give in -- [oh mamma~me~mia!]
and after a’ few times
VISITING [DE’PUSSY]
Pickney, wan’fe com’ - born
[WHAT - A - AGONY!]
Mi sey ... hoyiee
anywhey yuh si Rudy - ‘Im sweet, sexy-sweet ..!
Pretty-Bwoy … Natty Dreadie ..!

Dem sey
every day - bucket - [a’guh’a well]
one day
de’bottom - MUS’ [dropout]
an’wha’ gwan a’bush
one day
a’guh [com’ a-light]
come ALIVE

suh Pickney
[com’ born]
hog - [meck yu’r mouth long suh?]
dog - [nyam yuh sup’pa!]
Sister Jane an’ de’Pickney - A’ SUF’FA
[LA~A~AWD - WHAT - A - AGONY!]
is agony, agony pon de’Momma
an’ She Pickney
so-so agony in de’city.


Not because She live
inna “de’Ghetto”
[why ... She CAN’T ... PROVIDE]
but mouth fe feed
[nappy fe buy
medicine - a’ necessity]
an’ nobody nuh ‘ave work
[fe Sister Jane]
for dem sey
She jus’ ‘ave - [Young Baby]
suh Sister Jane, tu’n
[POOR - SISTER - JANIE~E~e~e]
is agony, agony pon de’Momma
an’ She Pickney
so-so agony in de’city.


HIM - RASTA JOHN
claim sey Him ha’fe - [trod-on]
Pickney
couldn’t b’ - [fe de’Dready]
worst of all
Him refuse - [fe mine … ‘IT’]
a’nuh de’Mommie~e
yuh nuh
[a’de poor ... helpless
likkle Pickney
not a’ cent
fe’min’ … ‘IT’.]
com’ Wi guh doung a - Jubilee
Young Gyal a have baby … com’ ..!

But - when Him did’a
get - Him ‘fun’ - [a’bus’up gum]
if She did ever say
She’a take de’pill
[or dem other kin’a - t’ings]
Him - Rasta John
[the all-righteous Wyan]
wou’da b’ de’fus’
to screw face
[“wrinch-up” Himself and]
an’a sey
Him’a fight ‘gainst - [white-pill
whe’a destroy - Blackman’s Seed]
but now - [story UP ... to bump]
DE’SEED TU’N PICKNEY
Ras-ta John - [not even consider
fe min’ … ‘IT’.]


Rasta John
a’wyan hustler yuh know
get few dollars
[from ganja smugglin’]
some from
[d. j. talkin’]
sometimes
[a’ - robbin’ an’ lootin’]
name it -- [Rasta John, inna it]
but ... a’ mis’ta clarks an’ the tailor-bwoy
doung de’street
[who’a gettin’ de’doney - yuh know!]
‘cause Rasta John
Him - more interested
in lookin’ - [trash an’ ready]
dan in de’welfare
[of Him Pickney]
nuh clothes
[pon de’back]
no likkle baby shoes
[nuh cover de’tiny feet]

Rasta John
neat and tidy
[well ready]
Freddy like Dready
[steppin’ high and mighty]
HIGH - AND - MIGHTY
com’ Rudy - We ... one an’ all
are-a depending - pon You
‘tan-‘teady ... meck Pickney an’ Mommy
com’ lean pon Yuh ... seen.

I forget to tell yu - [‘bout]
Mary, Sonia an’ Maxine
[Elaine and Pam]
down - [the OTHER LANES]
Brother John
defending, [DEFENDING PUSSY]
sweet talk, sweet talk - [SWEET TALKING the Sisters]
an’ de’Sisters
believe, believe - [BELIEVING]
suh ... “de’Ghetto~o~o” is a place
whe’ lot’a PICKNEY STARVING and
WOMEN BAWLING
“de’Ghetto~o~o” is a place
whe’ lot’a PICKNEY STARVING and
WOMEN BAWLING
“If A’ave Mi life fe live all over ..!”
“LA~A~AWD help Mi ... if A’ had
Mi~life~fe~live~all~over AGAIN!”
She cries, She cries and She cries
[SISTERS CRYING]
Their Babies hungry
and [SOMETIMES DYING]
the “GHETTOS” OVER POPULATED
but still [A - LONELY - CITY]
while Rasta John
Him look
[NEAT AND TIDY]
Mi sey
de’Bwoy
[TRASH AN’ READY.]


‘Im is a
Rude-Bwoy, Sweet-Bwoy, Bad-Bwoy
all ov’a Town an’ Kuntry ... is a
cho Rudy/Youtiee
nuh meck de’shit~stem leads Yuh astray
‘tan-‘teady ... meck Pickney an’ Mommy
com’ lean pon Yuh ...
Rude ... Sweet-Bad-Bwoy ..!


LA~A~A~AWD Sis’ta Jane
A’mem’ba when
Sister Jane
used to get [a one visit
from … Brother John]
get visits
[from so-cal’ … Raaas~ta John]
Him ... Him - box cross de’way
pon wyan street
doung suh
pon wyan street
doung suh ...
com’ Wi guh doung a - Jubilee
Young Gyal a have baby … com’..!
Track Name: Daddy Dey Beg You Bwoy (516)
DADDY DEY BEG YOU BWOY - 516

Daddy dey - beg You Bwoy
don’t make them - break You
nuh meck dem ...
duh - nuh meck dis shit~stem
broke You Son
they’ve laid their plans and have a cause
and at I an’I’s demise
they call it - laws
so as the holster is cleared
they wish for You and Your Crew
the untimely and unwanted incarceration
to a DEATH of broken Spirits
that’s why Son
none but You ... MUST - watch
de’street scenes - as Yuh - SKANK de’vibes
respecting each and being humble - to
dem strangers You BOUND to meet - but
as a Yout’ in the city
trust none - who wants to - befriend You
jus’ hang on in dey Youtiee - hold on strong
hang in dey … Mi Youtiee - hold on ‘trong.

Once a man, twice a child
A’m a-beggin’ You Son
don’t make them break You ... down
times are a different
there are a - constantly changing
I’ve LONG realized that - I can’t live vicariously
through the anxiety of Your curiosity
the experiences You and Your Crew
witness - on a day to day
are far beyond ... My realizations
so I stand empty handed
trying to find My Own directions
wishing ...
My actions had SET a standard
that ... My demeanor had
ESTABLISHED a stance
but Son - know as My Bwoy
that ... I know and carry Your sorrows

wished Your experiences
in Eden’s Garden
would always be
under My ... watchful eyes
as I know - there too
evil started its prophesy
AGAINST the invigorated
Black Skin
thus Son - I’m left with anger
to dry the tears Your experiences tell
so please Bwoy
don’t make them - break You
nuh meck dem ...
duh - nuh meck dem - WIN
oh My Bwoy
don’t make them - break You
nuh meck dem ...
duh - nuh meck dem - WIN
(jus’ hang on in dey Youtiee - hold on strong
hang in dey … Mi Youtiee - hold on ‘trong.)2x

Daddy dey - beg You Bwoy
don’t make them - break You
nuh meck dem ...
duh - nuh meck dis shit~stem
broke Yuh Son]
as (Yuh never missed
what yuh really [didn’t already enjoy)2x
that’s why I am fearing
either of Us
untimely LOSING ... the Other
so I say
just to make sure, You’re reminded - that
Your Big Bad Daddy
loves You
He adores You
an’ check dis - a reality
to outlive ones children
to where they’ve passed the worst
is a parent’s blessing
so forge on - unconditionally
that I can smile - Your Daddy can smile
the rewards in - My - Grand - Ones His

knowing that - despite the trials and tribulations
Big Bad Daddy
is proud of You
believes ... in You
He’s boastful of ... Your “bustfulness”
as I’m entrust a gratitude ... in You
reaching out - to save You
(jus’ hang on in dey Youtiee - hold on strong
hang on in dey … Mi Youtiee - hold on ‘trong.)2x

Son - My beloved
there is a Life of temptations and the hand You draw
will prize You
its victor or victim
either case
look in the crystal ball
the repercussions ... on
Your Siblings and those closest to Your situation
should encourage You NOT to give in
but reap ALL Your gifts - fe win
the CHAMPION of chosen directions
as Life is harsh
DEALING from a blank - deck
and SPEAKING with a split - twisted tongue
Your Life is valued then
by those who cares - to care - suh ...
(jus’ hang on in dey Youtiee - hold on strong
hang on in dey … Mi Youtiee - hold on ‘trong.)2x

Daddy dey - beg You Bwoy
don’t make them - break You
nuh meck dem ...
duh - nuh meck dis shit~stem
broke You Son
they’ve laid their plans and have a cause
and at I an’I’s demise, they call it - laws
so as the holster is cleared
they wish for You and Your Crew
the untimely and unwanted incarceration
to a death of broken Spirits
that’s why Son
none but You MUST - watch
the street scenes - as Yuh - skank de’vibes.
Track Name: Distance / Anticipation (99)
DISTANCE - ANTICIPATION - 99

Distance
anticipation
thoughts
sleep -- but restless
as Dreams are nightmares
questions:
what’s happening … but why
when will distance
turn into sweat - passionate sweat
will it?

Who?
looks
behaviour
attitude
mentality
ambition
impression
first impression - wait
yes -- looks
will it matter - should it matter - does it?

Wants
what to look for
what to show
what to expect
what to give
what to want and
what to - say.

Anticipation
causes Me to worry
when will thoughts
become reality
when will distance
become closeness - that
We share the same breath space of Life
to go on - together
when will My anticipation to --
turn into sweet sweat of joy.

Questions are more than answers
they say
so -
will I sleep
will You sleep
will We sleep away My
restlessness
sleep away Our
what-ifs.

Distance
is it forever?
anticipation
should it be?
thoughts
are they being wasted?
sleep ...

Well …
questions are:
what the hell
is happening?
why?
who?
when?
how?
should I?
will I
ever?

Time
hurry-up an’ go by
I can’t take
the wait
the distance
the anticipation
the thoughts
the sleeplessness
I can’t wait
I don’t want
THE WAIT.

When will We be close … to We?
Track Name: Christmas Comes (67)
“CHRISTMAS” COMES - 67
I’m (wishing you … a merry, merry “christmas” … My Dear)2x
“christmas” comes
but once a year - however
My Love for You
comes each and every day
My Dear
look under
the “christmas” tree
see what fa’da “christmas”
brings for You
stick by Me
and feel how much Love
in My Heart, I have for You. Merry, merry “christmas”
merry, merry “christmas” … My Dear - look ..!
Its cold outside
and everybody is
sharing and opening
the merriment of the season and gifts
with each other - but
Our secret Love
is inside Our Hearts
to be shared
with no other - for
if We should let them know
they will try to tear Us
apart - to their selfish satisfactions
so no-one
not even father “christmas” knows
how Our secret Love - BURNS. I’m (wishing you
a merry, merry “christmas” … My Dear)2x - hey ..!
Woman
I want You to know
although it’s cold outside
there’s a fire burning
deep within My Heart
a passion to have You
in comfort in My Arms To warm
a need to be with You both our “christmases” … Dear - yes ..!
each and every day - so
stick by Me
and let Our secret Love - GROWS.

“christmas” comes
but once a year - conversely
My Love for You
rejuvenates each and every morning
My Dear
look under
the “christmas” tree Hurry an’ (sneek a’ peek ..!)2x
see what fa’da “christmas”
brings for You ... from Me
if only they knew
it’s from whom. They would be “sneakingly” jealous
so jealous of you an’ Me … My Dear ..!
Everyone is in the merriment of the season
sharing a token with each other -
stick by Me
and feel how much Love
in My Heart - I have for You
although it’s cold outside
there’s a fire burning
deep within My Heart Burning for You ..!
a caring thought Burning in “gladment” - for You an’ Me
about You yeah ..!
a desired feeling
to have You
a cry for You
I am yearning My darling Baby, (yes I do ..!)2x - so
stick by Me
and let Our secret Love
BURNS let it burn … burns
and agree to Our budding Confidence
GROWTH let it grow … grows
and let Our lantern spills to a wildfire
ILLUMINATING. Oh, merry, merry “christmas”
merry, merry “christmas” … My Dear - note!
“christmas” comes
but once a year - still
My Love for You
comes each and every day
My Dear
(A’ hope Yuh didn’t think
I’ve forgotten
what to Me
Your bubblin’ Spirit means.)2x
Track Name: May / Happy Birthday / Mother's Day (111) [Version 2]
MAY - 111
My parts are in green:
May You, My dearest Mother Dear
May You ever be happy
an’ the slate that records Your misdoings - be clean ...
May You always have dreams
and may they always come “true”
May You always be in the mood
so as to be always smiling
especially to the hypocrisy of friends You meet
May You choose the right path
through life’s journey
and if and when You stumble
Your courage straightens and carries You
May Your nights be restful
an’ Your days be cheerful
May the mid-day sun
perpetually be overhead
an’ a shadow
will always be ... at Your “sureful” footsteps.


DJ/singer starts here right after Ritchie Stephenson sings:
Happy Mother’s Day
to You Mamma
Mi wyan sey thank yuh
t’ank yuh Mamma
fe’de nine months yuh carry Mi
but more dan dat
inna de brought-ups-si
yuh henka sid’a Mi
likkle bit an’ som’ a’dis
whatever yuh get or seems fe ‘ave
closer dan God
a’ broke bread wid Mi
Mamma - may de’blessings a’ massa God
always shine all ov’a Yuh
yes Mamma - may the mid-day sun
perpetually be overhead
an’ a’ shadow
will always be ... at Your “sureful” footsteps.
My part:
May the shadow You cast
be for a person in need
and their spirit to show gratitude
of Your kinship
May those around You
see and appreciate
the good You have to offer
and the Children know
and call Your name
May You rest Your head
on a strong an’ caring shoulder
to make Your Inner Soul -- glad
May the fruits of Your doings
be always bountiful, strong and rewarding
that Your lips know not thirst
May You be truthful, to friend an’ foe
and they, likewise unto You
but most important --
May You always be truthful
to You and Your experiences
that Your Children and Theirs
will inherit the blessings
of good health and prosperity.

DJ/singer comes back in here after Ritchie sings:
Trust Mi - Mamma
anyt’ing and whatever Mi ‘ave
in Yuh golden age - it a’fe Yuh
fa’ Mi want Yuh fe always be inna de’mood
to always be contented - rockin’
like young-gyal wid sweet memories
Mi wan’ Yuh fe’be healthy
and fe‘ave nice-nice dreams
dressin’-up inna pretty-pretty an’ gwan irie
an’ You an’ Yuh grand Pickney dem
sid-doung playing an’ laughing
yes - dis a’fe Yuh month
an’is time fe ‘ave another big t’ing
celebrating Yuh a’ healthy birthday sinting
pon a’ prosperous Mothers Day celebrating.


My part:
May Your memories be talked about
in the amazements - Your presence brings
and May You have the companionship of laughing Children
in them golden years - yeah … May You …
Yes - May is Your birth month
an’ in this time of celebration
have a
very happy - well lived
healthy and prosperous Birthday
with wishes, for ... many more happy Birthdays
with wishes, for ... many more happy Birthdays
Your ever loving ... first born son happy Birthday.


DJ/singer comes back in right after Me.
oh - Happy Mother’s Day
to You sweet Mamma
yes - Happy Birthday Day
to You dear Mamma
happy Mother’s Birthday, Birthday day … yeah!


My part:
May You, My dearest Mother Dear
realize the fruits of Your blessings
on this a ...
happy Mother’s Birthday, Birthday, day ...
Track Name: Oh Peter (40)
OH PETER - 40

Ia - Dem killin’ de’Dread
tryin’ fe thief whey Papa’s Land from We - woo
tryin’ fe thief whey Papa’s Land from We ..!
Went out - to rock
to de’Mystic Reggae Beat
only to hear
dem kill de’MAN
within Mi Head
lay HIM flat
bullets to HIM Head
in the hail of bullets
Peter McIntosh
is dead
OH BUM~BOO ... KLAAT --
one bullet
to SILENCE a Generation’s Outcry
givin’ de’Yout
a little toy gun
who yuh expect ‘Im
fe shoot doung - doung - doung ..?
Equal rights an’ justice … woo
killin’ de’Dread
tryin’ fe thief whey Papa’s Land from We ..!


De’Killsome City
HIM warn ‘bout
now have HIM victim
oh “what a shit~stem”
the governing systems should be blamed
for this intentional KILLING
from u. s. america, london, japan an’ russia
to Mi born lan’ Jam-Doung
a shit~stem doesn’t take
to see it’s face - wha’ in
exposed within the mirror
the telescope of Black subjugation
its freedom of speech - THEN
is brought to the justice of -- i-quality

this - by the POWER that uno ole’ ... vampires
Reggae’s Voice vibrates - and so
those with the agenda uno ole’, uno ole’ ... vampires
controlling the FORTE to oppress
bringing a backbiting trigger-finger
it is they ... whom to be blamed
for this COVERT assassination
silencing a surging Generation to
the bewildering shock of - what ... de’fuck --
if they will KILL a Man like HIM Peter
what then will they do de’Mystic Bush Doctor
to a simpleton - liken to I McIntosh
check it: through the ONE bullet
complacency then quivers a Generation’s Vigour
BACK - to present state where depression quivers
the eye-matter betwixt the winks of subjugation
saka dat who ... who yuh expect Youtiee
fe shoot doung - doung - doung ..?
Dem kill in’ de’Dreads
tryin’ fe thief whey … Mama’s Customs
from We ..!

Que~ya’ ... all over de’wo rld
rumors a spread
another prophet is ‘dead’
like a tub
sits upon its own bottom - but
carries the Water-Of-Life
for Us to sip from
so HIS Messages - de’message of dis
Jam-Donian Warrior
taught Us to -- “don’t blame deh Yout’s”
but wid nuttin’ fe lose an’ everyt’ing to gain
“stand up for your rights”
while Yu’a
“watch out fe maga dogs”
and wid blood inna Wi Eyes
“feel no way”
when Yuh
“hammer, hammer, hammer”
tasting sweet victory
Yu’a hammer, HAMMER the “vampire”
“for apartheid, isn’t right”



and for Our equal rights
“We must fight”
for as observed and duly documented
out of many - it’s only “the poor man feels it”
and if We should unite
unconditionally, “like stepping razor
We are dangerous - dangerous”
fightin’ for Self-reliance upon birthright
“Mama Afrika - Mama Afrika - Mama Afrika”
oh, dis Black Land
Akkompong - Akkompong - Akkompong
in the hail of bullets
Peter ..! All over de’world ... rumors a spread
another prophet is ‘dead’.
Trying to thief whey … Papa’s Custom
from We ..!


A’hoo Ia ... in the hail of bullets
the d. j. says, “Peter Tosh -- is dead.”
de’Mystic Man
HE lived and was sacrificed
for the Black Plight
and in HIS passing - trodding to Utopia
HIS Musical Messages
live - on
de’Mystic Bush Doctor
cries on ... in OUR Liberation Dreams
to sooth Our Reggae Myths - AND
remembers the Revolution MUST still - go on
suh ketch it
before You or someone BREAKS Your glass-house
You or someone - breaks
Your WILL to forge on
liken to Marcus, Kwame, Patrice - and Fela an’ Steve
de’MAN within Mi Head
IS -- “DREAD AN’ ALIVE”.


As - throughout the four corners of the world
a Liberationist knows
HIS beaconing Voice for ‘rights’ an’ justice!
by which HE Lived
to the sacrifice - choo~man Mi a’ tell yuh
Peter De’Mystic Bush Doctor McIntosh
a Social Revolutionist
Voice cannot be silenced
a priceless Black Pearl
of Jamaica
a BUST - Voice of reasoning
willed forever a-head of the Revolution
from Bookman to Jimmy
de’Bongo Man IS YOU
from Nanny to Willie
de’Obeah revealed
Shaka manifested by YOU …
OH BUM~BOO KLAAT Pe’ta - YUH
de’Vision of - de’Akkompongites
and the breast plate
fe’de now-a-days Warriors - de’Natty Dreads ..!
to raass~klaat Man
one bullet
willed NEVER to SILENCE
a Generation’s Outcry
will NEVER silence de’I nor I..! --
de’Mystic Bush Doctor
cries on ... in OUR Liberation Dreams
to sooth Our Reggae Myths - AND
remembers the Revolution MUST still - go on
suh ketch it
before Your lack of involvement causes Yuh
to dance Quadrille no more
Your lack of involvement causes Youtiee
to be influenced by
santa’s outstretched - glove-masked hands.
Dem killin’ de’Dread
tryin’ fe thief whey … Papa’s Land
from We ..!


Ia … bam - get~flat
from the sun rise of September 11th 1987
along wid Idrens Free-I and Doc Brown
another Black Jam-Donian Warrior
to be risen in martyrdom
HIS mystical legacies
forge a new Generation
to the front lines of defiance
can’t silence - will NEVER to kill I
Wi - shall NOT be conquered
thus - will NEVER be
enslaved - traitors to de’cause
de’cause of Black
Self-government and sustainability!
for knowing de’enemy
Wi now awaken to
the realities of, “ ...what yuh friends will do”
suh - wid blood inna Wi Eye
yuh FUCK when Wi com’ ask - why
for why
was de’Warrior crucified
it’s a modern lynching
down in the far~r~r ... deep south
a’ Third World - West Indies style lynching
in the hail of bullets
Peter McIntosh - IS ..!
Dem kill in’ de’Dread
tryin’ fe thief whey … Mama’s Customs
from We ..!


Oh Peter --
son of Garvey and de’Akkompong’s Pickney
Your “warrioring” Voice
can be heard a-near and afar
Liberation is a cause
an’ for why - why were You crucified
I an’I got musical weapons in I edifying Voice
the Voice shouting for freedom.
Equal rights an’ justice ..!

In all fronts of the Liberation’s Outcry
caucasia has targeted the ‘heads’ - of I an’I
Patrice the first to lead by legal electoral Lumumba
Tuesday night the 17th of January, 1961
in Katanga, Congo
John civil rights liberalist Kennedy
Friday afternoon the 22nd of November, 1963
in Dallas, Texas
Malcolm chantin’ “Allah” a~ah Shabazz-X
Sunday afternoon the 21st of February, 1965
in Harlem, New York
Martin sanctifying “Jesus Christ” King
Friday night the 4th of April, 1968
in Memphis, Tennessee
Fred the Panther an atheist to imperialism Hampton
Sunday afternoon the 4th of December, 1969
in Chicago, Illinois
Salvador social populist Allende
Tuesday the 11th of September, 1973
in Santiago de Chile
Steve anti-apartheid activist Biko
Thursday night the 11th of September, 1977
in Pretoria, South Africa
Maurice black power Bishop
Wednesday afternoon the 19th of October, 1983
in St. George’s, Grenada
Peter de’Mysitc Natty Dread McIntosh
Friday night the 11th of September, 1987
in Killsome City, Jamaica
Thomas charismatic socialist Sankara
Thursday the 15th of October, 1987
in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso
They all - They and a Movement
shot - DEAD for the Black Cause
silencing a resurgence of I
in the hail of bullets
the Black Man’s Dreams - collapses
to the vindictiveness
of THIS shit-stem
(as to ‘them’ - dem dutty blood~klaat babylonians
there is NO forgiveness)2x
them - only a’ set traps
fe’ silence an’ kill I.

Trying to thief whey … Papa’s Land
from We

They all - They and a Movement
shot - DECEASED for the Black Root
silencing a resurgence of I
in the hail of bullets
the Black Man’s Aspirations - crumble
to the malevolence
of THIS shit-stem
as to ‘them’ - dem dutty pussy~klaat babylonians
there is NO forgiveness
oh Peter ... liken unto Marcus
from the far reaches of the world
it’s on Your Roots Rock, Reggaematic Foundation
the Liberation hoist Its flag
Liberation is a cause
an’ for why
why were You crucified.

De’Killsome City
HIM warn ‘bout
now have HIM victim
oh “what a shit~stem”
dat drops an iron ball
causing the Natty Dread
before a due time
fe ‘ave a forever shut-eye
Liberation is a cause
an’ for why
why were You crucified
in the hail of bullets
Peter McIntosh
Peter McIntosh
Peter McIntosh - IS - IS
is dread an’ alive ..!
---- Peter Tosh sang the “Ghetto’s” national anthem - “Uno ole bumbo~klaat”, and I can’t help imagining this to be His last chant on the 11th of September 1987, when he, along with his Idrens Free - I (“slave” name Jeffrey Dixon) and Doc. Brown were brutally shot to death. It is known that the man with the trigger finger was wearing a pair of shoes given to him by Peter Tosh two days before. Did Peter foresee this as He chanted - “That’s what they will do”?
Track Name: Ignorant Him Ignorant (62)
IGNORANT – 62

Qu’ah to back-foot …
ignorant Him ignorant
ignorance -- makes Him ignorant
but still - Him say
Him sensible
We a’de biggest beater of Ourselves
ignorantly
Brothers killing Brothers
daily
mistreating Sisters
hourly
abusing Their Children -- wow
it’s the Ignorant who suffers
as Their ignorance
will soon make Them suffer - so
while yuh stand there
sayin’ yu’r sayings
they’re masturbating
with Our Peoples’ Minds
what - a - shame … a’ shame.


Brothers … they come down
down so down on WE
I an’I am becoming
the endangered Species
de Righteous - Conscious
becoming
an endangered Species
in Our Own time
what - can - We - do … can We do?



What likkle consideration an’ duh … dey ‘bout
especially for Those
now displaced to the Inner Cities
drugs an’ disease widespread
lifespan is bound to be shortened
there is no meaningful employment
much less a’ sparin’ cor’nas
fe pitch cardboards … from staring public
suh … self-disrespect
pon de’rampage - as
young boys a’ race fe sell demselves
faster than the ‘beauty’
that once pose … these wretched streets
and the crimes related
to ‘hungry-belly’
‘cause Us to live in
the prisons … of mercies
the prisons of … shame
live inna - de’prisons … of despair
the prisons of … want, jealousy and greed
while they build
ON WE
the Corner Stones
they so many times … refuse
they time an’ time again … forget
while We continue to have
no decent place
to rest Our Heads
with disrespect
it is on the Humble
that ignorance steps ignorantly
what - a - shame … a’ shame.



Brothers … killing Brothers
when - DAILY
mistreating Sisters
how - BADLY
abusing Children - WHY
it’s the Ignorant who suffers
as Their ignorance
will soon make Them SUFFER
what - can - We - do … can We do?


‘Ear Mi dying-trial
ignorant Him ignorant
ignorance -- makes Him ignorant
but still - Him say
Him sensible
We a’de biggest beater of Ourselves
ignorantly
Brothers … they’re coming down
down so down … pon I an’I
careless an’ its ness
sid-doung a’ mus~mus tail
a’ try catch cool breeze
den dem “boastedly” com’a street
a’ chat pure fart
they’re masturbating
with Our Minds
We are becoming
an endangered Species
in Our Own time
what - a - shame … a’ shame.



Serious now:
not only is improvishment
dey steal de’bite out’a de’dogs
roamin’ pon de’streets
zinc-pan dey find company
fe last year’s leak
an’ police a’fe drive ‘round
five an’ six - seven
inna a-scared company
an’ it a’get cheaper - fe teck public transport
dan the hustling
mini gi’mi~gi’mi vans - o~oh
an’ givin’-up … ‘ave some dey sid-doung
a’ teck wood’ead … a’ get batty bruise - as
oh shit a’fe ask dickiee excuse
fe push com’a street
an’ yuh really know sey
shit gone get stink - gone to de’dogs
when “dear God’s” preachers
are embarrassed
fe come face the ridicules
as dem collect … poor people’s
penny an’ a-pennies
with disrespect
it is on the Humble
that ignorance steps ignorantly
they’re masturbating
with Our Minds
what - can - We - do… can We do?

WHAT - CAN - WE - DO … CAN - WE - DO?
Track Name: Tradeswoman (108) [Virgo Bratta Mix]
TRADESWOMAN - 108

She is an’
OLD EXPERIENCED TRADESWOMAN
labouring at working
so long - so hard - so alone
with Her only ‘TOOLS’
these tools are
between Her - seductively
to physically satisfy - AND
inside Her - compassionately
to emotionally sooth and make less harmful.

What has gone
so BAD with society?
the oldest of professions
they say
has gotten so saturated de’Pickney Dem innocence stolen
especially - with the innocence of Children
many of these Your virtuousness … violated
poor - helpless young Women --
and yes ... facing the realities of - Boys too oh young Man why?
They have no other choice - seems ... a choice has failed
so They’re out ‘SELLING’ Their dignity
for whatever the reason
- an escape from a bad-minded daddy
or a careless, slight-minded mommy
- to feed a Baby de’Pickney Dem hungry
Her Children crying for a bite to eat
a choice has failed - to find shelter
from the crime-filled streets
or, so sad
dis young Lady - She is caught hooked
on one of society’s mind-killing chemicals:
if you think for once
it is the lure of money on esteem’s gravity
that pushes so many
sweet - tender Souls
to choose this ‘road’ - THEN
you have something wrong
and that thing is definitely
in your STUPID phobiatic head.

O~o~oh - the bravest of all
are THESE Women
They possess an Inner Strength
no-one can explain
They know not where
this body in lonesome an’ bashfulness
took its ‘BODY’ from, or
just how fucked~up
the mind is - BUT
strong - strong - STRONG
sympathetically
motherly and full of the attraction man pleases
with all of Her OWN burdens
She lay - DOWN ... on submission
to willingly accept
another’s -- WORRY
the compassion that man seeks
to solace his need
is trivialized to the juices
a physique feeds
yet a society incarcerates
instead of addressing
why “Jesus” seeked for ... the sacrificial blood
that drips the hands
in his RESURRECTED state --
what time of the month must woman be ready
for man to save himself beneath Mary’s skirt
[OH …. SHE IS A BRAVEHEART ..!]
What would the WORLD DO
WITHOUT - THESE - WOMEN
it’s liken unto
They’re ‘placeth’ here
symbolizing trees
to shade us from despondency’s embrace
to feed us the lust of desolation’s juices
and in some miraculous way
provides ‘clean air’ so we all can - LIVE
now - the lone voice that fights
to save a tree’s sacrificial
is often forced ‘down’
by industrial military might
as it profits whom
if She is lower-classed.

(A)(A very
multi-talented - multi-gifted
multi-available - multi-everything
She will be
a mamma ... compassionately
a listener ... sympathetically
a shoulder ... so strong
lean on this Corner Stone
you worried man - YES!)
a teacher - a fortuneteller
a psychologist and a friend
to the most troubled of any - BODY
what a burden society has placed
on Her understandings
what a position
to be caught - trapped in
what a disgrace
for the human race
so many MOTHERS
have ‘lost’ Their dignity
nobody gives Them
any respect
nobody cares to change things
for the better - best
while hypocrisy “alleluias” a condemnation
with a nerving pinky They mascara a tear.

They have an Inner Strength
instead of the menace of
begging - stealing or
accepting public assistance
They
bite Their prides in pantomime silence
suck Their stomachs in as a ballerina pivots
hold Their heads - proudly up to post stamp’s sculpture
and go-off as Dulcima hurries
to work the streets of
any city
any town
any village
this inexperience
puts laughter to the college bound
a profession that is text written.

YES! - A PROFESSIONAL TRADESWOMAN
a pebble in the avalanche of rolling stones
one can find Her
brave-heartedly on the battlefield - anywhere
as society has created the situations, so
She WILL always
be … in need
She IS always
in … need.

Unaware of sexuality’s curse
living an acceptance in … a trapped body
selling Self the lie
soothing a nerve of tomorrow’s catatonia
this Woman wouldn’t be treated so
if She was conceived as a boy-brother
this Boy would not
if He was a little girl - a sister
but in Their controlled schizophrenic state
the orifice is the septic that hypocrisy flushes
as They so many times
run away from the “devil”
and find Themselves in “hell”
the hell of a street corner
selling Themselves
to any - body bidding.

Whose ‘BODY’ is this
She has to … take in?
where has ‘IT’ been - and why
causing ‘IT’ to come seeking - Her bosom
for some ‘shelter’?
why does ‘IT’
have to come to Her
to be released
to be filled … with satisfaction?
is the confession of family
so hijacked by moralities
She is labeled to be “derogatorized” by the class
Her split personality patronized
didn’t She smile at Her shadow
in Cinderella’s glass chariot
waving an’ throwing kisses.(A)

Such a real Woman
She deserves much mention of praises, for
THE SERVICES - SHE PROVIDES - TO SOCIETY
of which the religious mythology associates
must be shattered by the pulpit’s book
whose “vampireous” ideologies
have led millions of unsuspecting women
to the guillotine’s crook --
in order to address and begin to attain
solutions to this addiction
which is wrongly been criminalized
the deficit of the have and the have-nots
must be “despiritualized”
despite the baptismal in apathy - as
in the excitement of balancing the budget
pussy mus’ ... get wet
concealing pity in the stains of cheap make-ups.

Crime stopper fights the villain or the victim
is supplied the cause or demands the repercussion
whilst He applies lip’s make-ups
who will be whistling
as asses cascades high-heel ‘steppings’
is He daddy’s failure
or lacking too much of mommy’s cuddling
for as penetrations heard of “oh shit man!”
the vocabulary spatters society its realities
for - at what period … is His orifice of concern
to this satisfaction of the addicted
note: it is NOT THE POOR
who hardens up
to jack-off the use
of Her talented tricks
but the HYPOCRITICAL middle an’ upper classers
who can AFFORD the bills - yet
SOCIETY LABELS HER “THE BAD ONE”
cycling Her through the doors of recidivism
a tax-break to the haves
and a burden to assure
She will continue to have not
as the chameleon suits in its deception
are you one of its enemies
belittling ‘cause you stride in upright.

Why is the road of Life
so unfair
many - too many
were not given a chance
to experience, CHILDHOOD
They went right from the Womb
to the streets, it seems
because: a large percentage
- running away from - the home
running … to find Themselves
- They were caught-up in situations
that led to Their present condition
- unfairly, so many are born
right into the profession
following mommy’s footsteps
or worse yet
- forced into this lifestyle
by Their Own parents.

What - an INNOCENT CHILD
society owes Her
if it is - at least
a little respect
give it to Her
if it is - a simple thank you
this for saving YOUR family’s grace
She would appreciate that
yuh know
She got a ‘voice’ too!
if you think
the things She does
are so wrong
then - put yourself
in Her place an’ envision Souls
entrapped in this unexplained perception
and you will see … yourself - in His space
and something WORTHWHILE
has to be done
for these INNOCENT CHILDREN.

An’ society
make it
YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.

Tradeswoman - tradeswoman … Wi know sey
yuh life well hard
put yuh life pon de’line fe’a chare
yet yuh kimbo de’smile
jus’a gwaan