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 ~ ...”

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.

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 …

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.

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’..!

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.

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?

“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

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 ...

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”?

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?

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