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

A’ BUNCH OF FLOWERS - 596 Hi - got a minute these … are for You see … A’ thought it appropriate to get You - these on My way over here memories got a’ hold - of Me. My Friend well He is My Friend and in those times - dem better times been there for Me the ups and downs - through thick an’ thin You know who found times many-a-times despite this an’ that - an’ all de whats-it-nots hold My fear to cross those uncertain bridges … with I. Now - times funny thing - trying thing a’ very testing thing they take their tolls on even the strongest amongst … I an’I seems the strongest … falls the loudest wow - these times He walks … a bit uncertain His balance … takes timely care it’s challenging to sip … Your sweet wine yet - You break a smile to hold them tumbling tears Wo~man - these are for You … a bunch of flowers in the vase tells a story of two telling a silent story of the roads travelled … Between Us (He and I - that is) all along … You have been there liken - the cleaning woman or the stocker at the supermarket Your delivery is more dependable than the postman’s as the salt is thrown to traction the snow there -- is You. Woman … beautiful Wo~man adorable Woman sweet blessed - compassionate Woman for My Friend it’s You who has have always been there by His side been His guide - assurance His strength - reaching His Woman He balances for You before His cane You - His assuredly even before the morning’s drew … a vase of flowers on a window sill catches life from the sun the rays bring life to carry a story until … He sits … biting times anxiously a-waiting the times from an errand - from work or another of them trips … to the pharmacy to sense - for-to hear Your return to His nerve wrecking … side oh You His life-partner gives meaning to -- “thank you.” Wo~man here … a’ bunch of flowers A’ thought it only appropriate to get these - on His behalf it’s a little smile the thought that means … A’ love - loves You love how for My Friend - You do suh please put them over where in the clear … where they symbolize You both care … a hand grasp smelly flowers to hold back tears - as smile … a-lifting frown is anticipated from pleasant memories roads two caring hearts travelled … Here … from My Friend He wants to crack … a smile to lift those … blushful cheeks to break … a caring tear to say thank You thanks for been there for been … here for holding - a place for holding an identity … Wo~man on My way over here memories got a’ hold - of Me … a bunch of flowers in the vase tells a story of two telling a silent story of the roads travelled … yeah … the chocolates are for You too - ha, ha … ha.

NOW - LOOK AT YOU - 306 There is no love - like Father’s love - no replacement for I remembered when a Father’s caring guidance ..! You were not even [a figment of Our imaginations] now thinking of of de’hell an’ happy times [Wi been through … with You] is how Wi pass many pass-times [with fun, that strengthens Our love] You kicked Me [as I listened for You] got Your Momma [all confused] at times, She didn’t know whether whether to scream or rejoice [at Your sudden moves] You are a result of [Our happy union] You came when We were young an’ strong, [but NOT so wise] You brought stability [an’ directed Our Fam’ly] now - look at You Yuh riding without screaming Daddy wow - one hand an’ balancing [no-hands sometimes too.] Baby, your first scare - was Daddy tossing You … up in the air - way up there ..! You attracted strangers Mi jus’ stan’-up dere admiring ..! who would otherwise pay Mom and I [no mind] now Your asking what outfit [makes You look cuter] as You head off to places I never dreamt [or heard off]. Com’ here, whey Yuh going? remember to call an’ don’t keep Yuh Daddy worrying ..! Gi Mi a hug an’ a clinch fist too Yuh meck Big - Bad - Daddy proud Give Daddy the calls [Big Bad Daddy … ponders on You.] that’s due to Him. Your Momma [called Me names] cursed Me [for Her state] but still gave You My name a love, [neither other love nor money can replace.] There is no love - like a Father’s involvement no replacement for a Father’s base voice ..! I felt You inside Me [as I imagined Your Mommy’s pain] now - look at You Yuh tying [Your Own shoes - dat’s good, dat’s good] Yuh spelling Your Own name [an’ writing it too-wow.] Honey - know Daddy’s silence says - love you open Your eyes to see the caring extended ..! I remembered [changing Your diapers] now You sporting [name brand fashions] Your first day [at school] an’ the time You had [Your accident] they’re still so clear to Me now - look at You [going on a … what - a date] I remembered when Your Momma said [She - was late] now - look at You You’re running late [for a job interview … a~ah] Gi Mi a kiss an’ a high-five too Yuh meck Big - Bad - Daddy proud [Big Bad Daddy … loves You] The bond between a child an’ father is strong for life - Yuh see. I dreamt [of You] Your Grandma [will do the world for You] Uncle an’ Auntie [They’re proud of You] now - look at You You now [‘ave a nerve an’ got de’gall] must be losing Your Mind sometimes … I swear You are deaf [or I am losing MY Mind] You want to do what [an’ go where - with whom] please - I remembered when [You wouldn’t leave My side] now - I hardly see You however - when I do I may not tell You - but [I am proud and happy - You are MY Child.] Baby, your first scar was - You running to greet Daddy ..! I remembered Your After de’kiss … A’im send Yuh to Mi [sentence structure] fe’de band aid ..! You knew not the difference between [a coma, colon or a period] NOW - with a clear, level head You make the decisions as to when to start or when to punctuate [the period - stop] as Your selections of friends and choice of actions are made [sober and responsible] Your Mom and I [did Our part] and by doing so [lay total confidence … in You] now - look at You giving advice to [those - around You.] There is no adoration - like a Father’s presence no substitute for a Father’s extended arms ..! Gi Mi a call an’ an e-mail sometimes too Yuh meck Big - Bad - Daddy proud [Big Bad Daddy … thinks of You] The relationship between a child an’ father is spirited for life - Yuh see - it’s true. Background throughout - similar to Love You So Much A’ love you so much there aren’t words to explain A’ love you with each breath I take yuh got to believe Mi A’ love you so much, I do it’s My actions dat proves its true Love You Too Much - Eugene Grey Young, Gifted and Black - Eugene Grey

OPPORTUNITY – 477 Opportunity is a Clown don’t make It cry be always ready for Its laughter and for your sanity’s sake wear the Clown’s nose for curiosity as in the company of yourself the laughter is to sooth Lonely’s skepticism. Opportunity is a Clown don’t make Its masquerade lament stunning your sojourn be always ready for Its laughter placing one foot forward whilst you drudge as in those trying times - a handkerchief thrown/drawn from a hidden pocket It ... will find smudging a smile - whilst your snort is wiped to your satisfaction. Looking though not to step - clumsily on your reoccurring corn-toe Opportunity has a hard time at times seeing over the shine of Its big-nose the attention to assure others smile and holding-up and not to make unwanted frowns Clowns sometimes fail to see the pebbles had grown into a stumbling block so as the peel assures Their slip don’t join in ... to the giggling least you are next you want for the Clown’s enticement not Its displacement companionship of/or even a total stranger does boost laughter on its selfishness. The sadness is when Opportunity falls the laughter is loudest and no-one ever to unseat self to come ... at the Clown’s side so as the circus master reprimands Clown for Its broken nose the cheers are widening/widened they appreciate the fact and applauding the act that allows and hides them from their lackadaisical dispositions note how we think it’s the circus master to whom our ticket pays the Clown is only there for a free meal and to endure the abuse ha, ha, ha ... is self-inflicting so it medicines the eternal-internal sore undiagnosed as Lonely. The age of the Clown is no-one’s business be careful then not to be preoccupied with time as the promise that comforts the fool is the good that comes to those who wait so ... take a shortsighted stride and kick the next pebble on a lone side-street you might ouch ... Opportunity as a neighbour assist a one legged cry the Opportunity to converse outside yourself is the “God” - then you will find that heals unseen hurts. Like an analyzed illness in remission so Opportunity must be kept in check and and Its timing not be Clowned around with as regret has no face - to form a smile no matter how long and hard the Clown cries in nonsensical laughter then - will Opportunity be selfish and move Clown along to ... to … to

MUSIC THANKS – 395 Music - Music thanks thanks Music thanks as I’man sustained the marathon of a’ uphill climb on You I’ve strummed the Tunes to lean a shoulder upon and note by note I took notes as to the timing of these times - where t’ing an’ t’ing has to be stored to the pickin’-up of the pen and paper as in Your silence I’ve learned when, not to be voiceless. It’s only You who knows the differences of accepts the importance why and stood along and by through the Wait verses the Weight somebody had to carry Mine Head if it weren’t You - who then would have it is the vibrations that kept It from imploding. Way in the back of My Mouth they’ve spiked planked needles this - to prevent the power of My Voice as they weren’t aware of the additional strength in My left Hand swigging weapons in Mind defense and as it was only a matter of time I again warn of their disguise flanked in token gifts - to camouflage I intent of moral. Music - Music thanks thanks Music thanks A’ going to sit by Myself and search for to find closure and then We will go for ... to a long Self-assuring walk and in Our loneliness secure courage and talk to Ourselves I want a reason why -- and because off they didn’t play My Tune that’s why You have decided to teach how to listen in the “Rivers” whilst they sing … in the timing - ‘Cs’. Music - Music thanks thanks Music thanks You take I to - the plains of Self-righteousness despite their inquisitions no man’s religion can although they have covertly tried ALL tactics they can’t and ever to go There to deceive much less destroy I’man’s Determinations they hold the scales -- a-high but still drop the hammer on Mine Defense. Music - with You … the sexuality of the Experience is a perseverance in the Mind thus, My Head hurts only when there is exotic in the tonality of the Noise and if I should respond a shiver they might mistook the smile and think they titled the next Tune thus, I remain stained in anger and they uncertain - “dumbfoundedly” continues to ask -- why thanks Music thanks thanks for the Silence where purity holds imagination given Time - in time to appreciate the un-played Notes ... of untold Stories it is they who continually take it for granted that one needs a PhD in - the ah of silent listening to appreciate the smarts of - I’man’s Music. Music - Music thanks - thanks Music thanks You are a controlled range of Emotions Mine is of the Experiences that I feel as I stride the terrains that I “care-freedidly” Live so that’s why I’m Tone deaf and blinded in Mine Ignorance knowing: a Man’s Voice is in the Silence of the Music He Plays where courage is never swayed … I’m too fuckin’ smart - to to dance by My enemies scales.

IS IT ME, OR IS IT YOU ..? - 90 Miss bowleg - kiss-teeth broad-hips - cross-eye once-a-month perm-‘ead Sistren - Yuh know sey de’flavor from I’man’s touch - is it’s multi facetted - fin’ga-lickin’ to the point off everlasting! Is it Me, or is it You to be blamed for da’hurtin’ - You? is it Me, or is it You causing the ache inside You? all the boys in town have this thing about You all the girls they are jealous of You but still inside You’re hurting say - You hurting well blue Baby - You’re hurting You. Is it Me, or is it You to be blamed for Your hurting blues? don’t want to give Your love to a Lover - that’s true the pain You feel from hurting Me it’s tearing You coming right through breaking Your heart right in two a’meck John Kanoe wid skin-teeth a call monkey bo~bo. Is it Me, or is it You who is -- to be blamed for da’hurtin’ - bubblin’ You? com’ ripe-up Yuh inanna inna Mi run-doung meck A’ bubble pon yuh like a’ bald-‘ead … who used to be a’ Natty Dread diddle~daddlin’ in style wid you now Sistren the boys in town dem ‘ave this t’ing ‘bout You the girls they/a’ spend (their) time being jealous of You … but still inside You’re hurting well blue antagonizing a Lover that’s true don’t want to give Your lovie~dubbie to a Lover that’s true - to You. Is it Me, or is it You to be blamed for the hurting blues? it’s tearing You coming right through breaking Your heart RIGHT - IN - TWO Yuh red-eye friends dem a’ chat fart an’ monkey fou~fou a’ steal yuh fancy-ness wid flea-market - throw-back once to be pon sale no-flavor ice cream - fudge.

NEGATIVE FORCE – 60 by AnthonyLeonardPierre They tried to kill ... I they want to kill ... I they still try to kill ... I. Brothers I don’t see why all this negative karma against ... I got’ta use this negative force to create a positive cause. For if there is - right then there is - wrong left and right the good and bad the karma against ... I isn’t right - so I bite My Lips to sooth the contentious NOT … in fear of them I’m consciously refusing - “succumb-nation” to throw fuel on smoking coal. So - out of the evil let Us create the good the respectability for mankind got’ta change their negative thoughts for a positive cause for out of evil good … comes forth the good that Man and “Womb-Man” kind should strive -- to live -- TO SURVIVE. Brothers … oh Sisters I don’t see why all this negative karma against ... I got’ta use this negative force to create a positive cause. They tried to kill ... I they want to kill ... I they still try to kill ... I. Sisters I don’t see why all this negative karma against ... I got’ta use this negative force to create a positive cause. For if there is - right then there is - wrong and in the clouds of confusion A’ pick-up the Pen and scratch the Papers searching the thoughts as I will not fight My Revolutions confused in propaganda and-while armed in the armour of them I’m forever refusing the flesh of their women/temptations and the baits of the evil-eyed men. So - out of the evil let Us create the good the morality of mankind got’ta change their negative thoughts for a positive cause for out of evil good … comes forth the good that Man and “Womb-Man” kind should strive -- to live -- TO SURVIVE. Brothers … oh Sisters I don’t see why all this negative karma against ... I got’ta use this negative force to create a positive cause.

NOT AFRAID – 29 I am not ashamed nor am I afraid neither will I refrain from speaking MY MIND. Though I know this Mouth that causes Me to be heard and to bring fame -- this same Mouth will bring Me TO - THE - GRAVE. So I Speak as if … it’s My last Speech -- FREELY -- there is no hesitation as consistent is an unfettered, untamed Mentality never Slept to awake divided amongst Self or found Self in the confusion webbed in the integrated arms of My enemies the tendency then is I’m the weapon within the Man your fear perceives so waltz around while I dip in the Rub-A-Dub unzipping the executioner’s mask. I am not ashamed nor am I afraid I fear not BECAUSE I SPEAK - THE TRUTH knowing ... it’s in the silence of the un-played notes that truth revels the purity of Life. Not afraid of a cause of/or effect I will never refrain from speaking MY MIND atoned and intoned to the Waves’ crest I labrish My Gall. Silence - passivity an’ compliance will never give BLACK LIBERATION! the Oceans’ floor will be dug six feet six still My Lips will be moistened - by My Tongue tattling My outcries. So I Dance cockeyed at the noose as it suffocates the belief in in that which cannot be proven I do not gird a waist - though I am neither taskmaster nor its follower thus My alleluia is Irie whilst I Speak volumes in the barefoot Skank as your bellyfuls weight you to the noose I labrish atones the bell’s tone I fear not BECAUSE I SPEAK - THE TRUTH knowing this reality will bring Me TO - THE - GRAVE. I am not ashamed nor am I afraid neither will I refrain from speaking MY MIND. Silence - passivity and compliance will never bring about the Liberation of the Black Race!

BE SELFISH - 310 Sometimes One GOT - to be selfish for One’s Own Self … Survival - by accepting the mission then identify the fears exercising patience being virtuous to the challenges thus the accumulations open an eye to reality and knowing its implications One must - realize the extent Ancestors will go through to have You realize and live - up to potential and expectations - as once You are alive there is … a solution awaiting the intuitiveness to make manifest the reoccurring ‘Dreams’. As each link has its own STRESS ... to bear even if They have to send You - BACK if chosen - due to the Visions have found You capable then You will definitely and can count on it - that despite a resistance - You will be - BACK in the rebirth to finish a mission in ability’s reach at least - start Your journey through the un-played notes Your story tells a task it seems each MUST experience so self-reliance, competence and experience can become ... Community acceptance - for once You start de’yarn make no excuse - to hinder the appreciation of this exotic baptismal … of Self-gratitude. Sometimes You have to just to do Your do an’ if Yuh ‘ave to sacrifice then surrender - a-‘slaved’ to Your do and as the stares are becoming customary stand willing - to bear the consequence ‘cause NO-one “trods” - misery’s roads but Your sojourn as it is from You - within You that You know the will to go through occurrences and when You find the Dreams reoccurring even Your “wishings” and the doubt - then becomes a friend that’s when You MUST dig-in to enjoy the Sleep ‘cause the Music of the Ancestors speaks deep - as once You are alive there is the ripple no need to waste time, pondering whose fling started its skipping just allow common-sense to mold its crest. When a Dream is on its momentum the silence of lonely moments will taste sweet - no matter the circumstances it’s useless to crave the hunger if You don’t take the time to plan and ‘cut’ de’shit within the hour appointed and as You make love to Your selfish laughter the onlookers will envy Your introverted demeanor as Visions, realize Themselves it is You in gay-lick gaiety’s overtures who will make manifest the vitality of Ancestor’s Visions - for once You lean … into de’fart no need for the pretext - to blunder Your celebration of Nature’s existence. Until You have knowledge of Your purpose in this Existence and be willing to accept and see that to its realizations no matter how trivial its implications You do succeed You will NEVER be rewarded a Life ... worth living for none is given a text prescribing the Life - worth saving so don’t flip a page dancing onto Your Own nightmare as the reoccurrence will madden You in the awaken thus ... so at times You You’ve got … got’ta be selfish a-lost in “self-centerdness” for Your Own Self - continuing Survival at times - clearing then to swallowing a saliva in company of You and Yourself because the lineage of Ancestors accepts no apology as Ancestry tolerates no excuse Ancestors expect no plea! - as once You are within the depths of meditation that’s when the erection - stands its weakest what then is said of ‘flesh’s’ stench in the elevation of Self. As the torah, bible and koran are destined to rewrite their fables what will Your story tells - not of Your crucifix but of the uselessness spilt in apathy’s welfare to the complacency of all advancements and note that if You crumble its papers You can get but one untainted wipe therefore, take time to make good use of the moment so in the company of others Your bullshit won’t stink in revelation of stupidity. Those who are most critical of Your dos are the ones on whose bandwagon You had refused to plop Your assertive ass oh~shit~man - You’re right handed but the maneuverable skills of Your left is off more use to Your Self-hygiene why then give away de’ass to shit through de’rib this - in the laughter of envy, jealousy an’ greed so when You come upon de’decision it’s best to run upon the broken glasses - as slowing down to walk carefully will only cause You to be “ouch~ing” - a cry as You expose a self-doubted fear then - You now have the added burden to explain why … in the first place did You gone “barefootedly” crazy for didn’t You see the first steps so in the moment be selfish for Your Own Self-survival lean Your scruples on the very foundation the glass places its broken conscience upon. Drink, eat, shit, sleep and procreate is all a Life guarantees now - once You hear the nails pounding its useless praying to what-if and if-only-I’d known the journey in either direction is the eternal fear ‘cause memory-loss will not permit the starting from where You left off so please don’t - don’t You want to know why … silence is a blood~klaat while the grave is being dug - thus sometimes You have to just to do Your do for Your Own selfish Self … Survival - for there is but one chance in this lifetime - to look into the mirror’s closets and smile at Your Own nakedness knowing that ... the cadaver had not given in to the shock treatment of submission. Suh - as Yuh trod on through the volcanic terrains of mankind remember to scratch tu’n-ripe breadfruit wid care least the inside broke-out an’ burn Yuh - and if Yuh carry ‘pussy’ to market before Yuh put-up the price sign first Yuh a’fe disguise the smell - suh don’t follow smiles and discard Your friends and family as no-one will be there to fan de’flies from off’a Yuh when ‘pussy’ gets its price an’ move on. Sometimes One GOT - to be selfish for One’s Own Self - Survival got’ta be selfish for One’s Own Self - continuing Survival as the selfishness of Self-neediness seeks for and postulates to lean on onto the acclamations of Your accomplishments so as You awake from the Dreams smile on - do chortle on get a smirk on - be gleeful ... as You realize the extent Ancestors will go through to have You realize and live - up to potential and expectations - for once Your placenta is dead to this Creation You are definitely flipped in exposure slapped to go be on Your Own. Sometimes One GOT - to be selfish for One’s Own Self … Survival ...

KEEP IT UP CORPIE - 21 Keep it up corpie keep it up babylon~bwoy - missa pol~ice guy use the guns to send another Man - down to the crypts of severity for the shit~stem’s sake another One - GUNNED - down to the grounds of oppression the cause of dominant’s psychotic fear to gain blood-money and a systematic control of an aspiring Race-caste what ... (a hypocrisy.)2x it’s a thin line when the squeeze of a trigger is one’s faith … Yuh use dem guns of propaganda and soft-tissue effective weapons of destruction pon We de’Captive Innocent - why to keep Us in constitutional pace in a confined zoned place offering solace to the trepidatious state of a system’s hate as Melanin is accused for population zero’s eventuality what ... (a disgrace.)2x corpie … actions teck wey potential an’ drains de’well so~so bawlin’ wid hands pon tie-heads… Yuh don’t even aim as to I an’I’s Life your obdurateness has become callous fire one - fire two M16, AK47 an’ various handguns BARK~ING - DRINK~ING the splatter of HUMAN - BLOOD another Life untimely plundered - away what’a raass~klaat another Martyr GONE - TO - WASTE down, down … down de’cracks of society what ... (a shame.)2x from Jamaica to South Afrika Haiti to Nigeria Killsome cities over-run with the poverty of fear the poverty of fear … Look around what yuh si? de’Women uneasy They ‘ave a HATE fe yuh They’re living apprehensively as Mothers and Fathers Dem gone forcibly tu’n becoming ‘HARD’ and insensitively lonely losing Her femininity to raise a Boy Pickney to be A MAN in the city no-one to help in the care of de’Fam’ly nu’man giving to share in the sensuality of passion She needs an’ is used to oh Mommy’s Face is stained with frown - causing for the Young Ones She is no fun to be around and Grandma has lost count of the days Her lovin’ Man will be found what ... (why the paradox.)2x unconscionable the killing missa officer - Black officers yuh killing is a damn disgrace … Feelin’ - touchin’ carin’ - lovin’ She opens up but to Her - Self vibrations suh She starts livin’ selfishly - in the hysterectomy of man’s corporeal feelings aged to lonesomeness of inactiveness Her thyroids growing a stress trustin’ no - ‘BODY’ Her ‘Home’ then has become a ghost town AN’ SHE REFUSES TO LEAVE, ‘cause the Spirits of Her MEN are buried there babylon~bwoy - as you have gone pass callous to exploitation of your kind one day - one fine day ... a ‘shot’ ‘IT’S’ going to find you unearth the skeletons of your closet what ... (note the vindictiveness.)2x it’s a thin line when the squeeze of a trigger is one’s faith … Corpie - babylon~bwoy while/why yuh goin’ ‘round trigger-happy hiding behind the false shields of this shit~stem failing to fill de’cracks of society CORPIE - dutty babylon~bwoy de’Pickneys dey si yu’r actions and the “Earth” is drenched with the blood of YOUR ... for hired labour so~o~o ... no respect Yout’s an’ de’Akkompong ‘ave fe yuh it’s suicidal when the gall of your blood stains hungry teeth - suh rest assured - SWEET will be the revenge on YOUR DEEDS what ... (an admonishment.)2x it’s a global disgrace that concerns the Black Race self-hatredness pears I anI’s faith … The Women - in tie-‘eads a-drenched in the stress of depression They worry at nights instead of sleep Dem’a listen fe de’cry a’Dem Lovers an’ Babies babylon shit~stem shootin’ at Dem target practice to instill a submission in the a-damned streets ... She’s up to the morning drew but instead of plantain, callaloo or porridge Her un-rested Feet navigates the scenes of “What’s-up?” an’ “What’s-going -on?” as the un-kissed lips flatter “Did you see ..?” or “Have you heard from ..?” these the rhythms that curse Our bloodline babylon~bwoy - as your family burps on left-overs did any say a prayer for the Life your un-holstered bullets will take what ... (a humiliation.)2x corpie … actions teck wey potential an’ drains de’well so~so bawlin’ wid hands pon heads - tie-heads … DUTTY BABYLON~BWOY! instead of being suited a corner stone of reliance in the society you have become a HINDRANCE your actions make Life uneasy yuh can bet yuh life pon dis dough SWEET will the revenge of your life be babylon~bwoy - one day one fine day ... a ‘shot’ ‘IT’S’ going to find you - find, find you rest assured a shot of despair - a shot of anger a shot of loneliness - a shot of WHY ‘IT’S’ going to find ... BOW -- yuh dutty blood~klaat yuh mis’ta babylon - you are left alone as silence from the president the black president goes BOTH ways the wrath of the Women - scopes you Their attitude boils in malice against the characterizations of you. what ... (a reprimand.)2x from Jamaica to South Afrika Haiti to Nigeria Killsome cities over-run with (the poverty of fear)2x … Corpie - dutty babylon~bwoy in your orders of ranks it’s a psychological - sub-conscious blasphemy to be dealt so by one of your own Black self-hate is a disgrace it’s a blood~klaat cryin’ shame Black’s hands are stained with the noose’s blood dripping fear as the recidivism is NEVER blessed by forgiveness a Grand Mother has wasted away Her juices refusing to leave - these the cracks that homed where Her man’s Soul seeps another Martyr GONE - TO - WASTE down, down … down de’cracks of society rest assured - SWEET will be the revenge on YOUR DEEDS what ... (a’ raass~klaat.)2x unconscionable the killing missa officer - Black officers yuh killing is a damn disgrace …

KILIMANJARO (It’s At … Blue Mountain’s Peak) - 9 My Kilimanjaro - My Kilimanjaro It’s at … Blue Mountain’s Peak It’s where Little-Childrens’ Hearts beat and de’Elders wipe the sweat of Their Brow under the remembrance of - da’Laboba where They meet Kilooo … spouts a hot spring to start Its trek to the Ocean deep where Ancestors’ Souls … sleep in the salt of Its waves the Rivers of - east and west Cabatar River - Savanna - Nigril River from north and south these Tributaries - CREST in the bosom of Kilooo~manjaro Kilimanjaro sweet Yallas - Plantain - White River where They meet - is at Jamaica’s Kilooo … Kilooo~manjaro Blue Mountain’s Peak. Sometimes de’Children don’t sleep sweet are the tears They weep banana leaves They share with drew drops Their sheet the Manjaro rocks pile-up heap - a pillow to sleep Kilooo … Kilimanjaro - River sweet Niger River - Mathabra River - Ra-Minio on Its/Their banks You’ll find - a little to eat away a memory of hunger - sadness and despair suh wash~wash your hands - your face - your feet they will be CLEAN from the piss of of up stream’s Village steam - Black River Kilooo … Kilimanjaro mystery clean It’s at … Blue Mountain’s Peak givin’ de’world a new soundin’ Music a new Rhythm … so sweet. From the workings of Its tides rocks and shells are carved by time and pressure - to become ... yeah they’re de’meat an’ fat of Ocean deep to be arrayed appetizingly at Street-Side Market places de’passerbyers find them pleasing an’ wantin’ to possess as keepsakes - this to display the motions of Blue Mountain’s moods to far away - who LUST Her virginity they wonderily dream to come BASK by Kiloo’s mystery - ahoo an’ from the market Higglers a fist full of banana or a’ coconut carvin’ a’ stalk of sugar cane or a’ fin’ga a’yam a bunch a’ Kalalloo to the potency of sea roots - Irish Moss yuh will cherish - the smooth touch of Nature’s beauty - sekkle Some will have to - ‘live’ off their worth - in the City Streets as their wonders dazzle eyes to keep - saying: they’re from the belly - of Kilimanjaro deep de’Cabatar - Savanna an’ Nigril Rivers of the Mount. De’cock a’crow dog a’bark and de’drew drops - too cold five-a-clock - inna de’mornin’ eighty-five (85) de’temperature too hot - down below where de’Reggae Rhythm is the alarm clock - bubble … Wi’a bubble Wi givin’ de’world a new soundin’ Music dey tappin’ an’ groovin’ to the creative an’ smartabality dubblin’ … in an’ out’a Wi fa’ Wi - box-doung sug’a cane dey meck rum an’ sweets wid iee while Man an’ Man - workin’ rock an’ rock stone Dem dey swing … Dem picks - to a timely winin’ cultivating an’ reaping valued marbles from so~so hillside rocks/stones as de’Doctor Birds chirp to the dip and beauty of young Girl’s hips Wi teck gugnu an’ red an’ green - peas an’ dey colour-up even wild-rice wid it - seen when Wi done wid chicken mouth blazin’ - yuh jerkin’-off all frustrations an’ bring back feisty an’ even Wi biggest critics un’da shady tree - a’ ketch a’ puss-nap from a’ bellyful fa’ when Wi chat Wi don’t chat no fart so don’t come labrishin’ wid fartatious so~so rubbish to Wi -- an’ although it was chosen to be Wi rising-up above from the bloody pavements of dem contrived “slavery” plantations not to become the product of such environments but its victor - Wi strive Blue Mountain ahead of a world’s struggle resisting for change - chat ‘bout one love an’ inity for I an’I - de’surviving Ones as it was then - a SAFE-HAVEN for the “Maroons” an’ dem Black “Buccaneers” so it is now - SANCTUARY for Black Warrior - de’Natty Dread Yardies an’ I knoweth where My Soul will sleep - to its transformation it’s at the foothill(s) of Blue Mountain’s Yallas - Plantain an’ White Rivers aloft from Kingston City to Jambos Pond viewing peak Kilooo~man~jaro steep It’s at … Blue Mountain’s Peak givin’ de’world a new soundin’ Music a new Rhythm … so sweet. Rafts and small vessels sail - on Its tides transporting on the Rio Grande not only Peoples also - FOOD of appetizing and stamina taking Life from place to place as this transplant is reminiscent of My Nomadic Roots from Moshi, Arusha - Uru to Mbuko from Killsome City to Portland, Mary, Andrew and Thomas as We bury the sorrow of a past We trod on - ‘cause the Mountains - BOND a new horizon - ahoo Castleton, Blue Lagoon Hagley Gap and Gordon Town holds a foundation on which a Nation builds a’Wi … run t’ings those whom are known - as Yardies.