Climbing The Nut Tree

CLIMBING THE NUT TREE

It is one drama going up and one drama coming down
It is the bubble in the stomach before a major project and getting down
It is the hype along with the confidence that consume us all
It is the regulation of feelings of fight or flee standing on the ball

The higher the monkey climb the more he expose
The only problem is if it gets depose
The monkey still have to come back down
The monkey still have to touch the ground
The monkey has more fun getting it done

When you're so high you really don't care of a fall from there
When you're so far gone it really does not matter from here
When the bullet is coming take off your hat and salute
When destiny is at hand every thing is out of hand
Gun salute

The higher the monkey climb the more he expose
The only problem is if it gets depose
The monkey still have to come back down
The monkey still have to touch the ground.
The monkey has more fun getting it done

Some people can't give up position or power.
Some people climb the nut tree and can't come down under an hour
Some people get stuck for days and cant get enough praise
Some people get to the bottom and cant let go of the tree
Everybody hair raise

The higher the monkey climb the more he expose
The only problem is if it gets depose
The monkey still have to come back down
The monkey still have to touch the ground
The monkey has more fun getting it done

Tell the politicians to learn to climb nut trees
Tell them it will give the political process a little more ease
Tell them to conquer their fears of giving up power
Tell the boss to learn to climb nut trees
Tell them they will spend the company money with a little more ease

Learn monkey management, better than business management.
Learn monkey strategy, best business strategy.
Learn monkey agility, add to your ability.
Learn monkey primitive ways, learn to save your better days.
Learn to get high and coming down before you die

EZE BONGO

THIS UNDERTAKER HERE

In the kitchen with his chemicals
He toils as a five star chef
He boxes out the flies and the maggots and surprises the smell
The fridge at the right temperature slows down the bacteria
The Pallbearers come from the kitchen as waiters in their black and white

This undertaker here, this undertaker here

Candle and flowers on the table the knife and the fork with a little wine
The body and the blood of Christ, dig in and dine
Capitalize of the dying
Hey say your grace, dust to dust and ashes to ashes but this a shit
It is a lucky thing we have a sewer and not a toilet pit

This undertaker here, this undertaker here.

Gets paid for it, recommended for it.
Gets rewarded for it and praise for it.
The dispersal of the dead body.
Body parts disperse to a hungry body.

This undertaker here, this undertaker here.

TAKE A SMOKE

Saw a man taking a smoke, I took it for a joke.
He said, "times are hard and he is broke."
He looked at me and took another smoke.
We are all going to die anyway, as he puffs away.

Yes, we are all going to die anyway.
It does feel good that we are going to die anyway.
Knowing that is the case, why are you stressed anyway?
He asked me, "What do I care? It is his life."

The only comfort he has, is going up in smoke.
As he draws another puff, looking cool.
So now smoke is your work mule?
It makes him feel good and lively up the mood.
Looked into his eyes and realized, there is no one their.
The eyes are the window to the soul.

This man is alive but is so cold, even to his own self.
Not all of the produce in the shop are sold off the shelf.
Time has expired, now he feels like he is garbage.
None perishable goods, what are you?
Don't loose your footing and try to join smoke.
Smoke raises high, and yes we are all going to die.
Some die looking for a pie in the sky.

AT THE BAZAAR

My grandparents never let me miss a church bazaar
They would give me a ten dollar or twenty dollar
That is when the churches take part in the bizarre
Like selling alcohol and gambling games sexually explicit novels etc...
That's when a person could meet people who don't even go to church
The two main bazaar's were by the Catholic and Anglican church
They had the bigger denominations

Now the bazaar for me has a different meaning.
Instead of walking with money I am happy I learnt a few Psalms
The bazaar has gotten more bizarre than what I am used to
Instead of money in the wallet have to walk with a page out of the bible
When the tongue gets twisted and words are no more fluent
A little honey and clover with a page out of the bible goes well
It makes the words sweet and loosen up the tongue

I no longer feel up girls at the back of the church
I pay to watch them dance on stage
People really don't change, they just get better or worst at what they do
Going to the bazaar has just gotten a little more bizarre that's all

SUBJECTED TO JEALOUSY DUE TO EMOTIONS

Watch me, a watch them, a watch me, a watch them, a watch me
A watch me watch, it' a matter of time, just watch.
Walking barefoot on the hot pitch, I saw my friend flash pass me on his donkey
Briefly he put grief in my heart, life's a bitch,
Until the donkey spread him out on the pitch

Sitting on the white wall, watching my friend doing tricks on his bike
Showing off because nobody else had a bike
So he is doing things we no like
He popped a wheelly behind a big truck, somebody called out to the truck driver
The truck stopped and hit one reverse gear, the rider and the bike no spare the spare

Playing in the school yard on the swing, my friend is older, swings higher than me
Man he swing and he swing and he swing, till the chain broke and he fly pass me
Walking to school barefoot, everybody else happy with their new shoes from America
Before you know it, shoes start deteriorate and break down till it dissolved in thin air

Every body back to square one, got to wait until next year to get another pair
See big women in the village fighting for man, win the fight and say so what she thief man
Can't wash, can't cook, can't clean, no want to work, now she a get bang from man
Watch me, a watch them, a watch me, a watch them, a watch me

A watch me watch, its a matter of time, just watch
Watch the emotions, watch the regular heart beat, watch the breathing
Watch the excitement, watch the thrill, watch the high and let down, watch the cheating
Don't blink, watch the watch a watch time with a steady emotion
One minute you're happy, next minute you're sad, good gone bad.
People are humans, emotion constantly in motion, master it like clockwork

A PLAY TOO MUCH

Been playing and flirting with possibilities
They manifested themselves to others as capabilities.
It a gamble of prosperity, when someone says put your life on the line.
Some people actually want to see the jack jump out the box.
As the three bars flirt with disaster again, add little more money.
Stay out of jail cause people going think it's funny.
Some people want to prove the bluff.
Give out stuff that is rough and tough.
Just to see if you will back down, prove that you're just nothing but a clown.

The story of the underdog with the lion roar.
Hands down and heads touch the floor, the great one is adored.
By fans, haters and well wishers, spectators and inspectors.
Making money is fun because a play too much.
I do complain when am getting cheated, by God have some sympathy
Can't you see am trying here, give me some time before you start to compare.

I know I play too much, you want me to act serious.
Serious people either constipated or in jail for murder.
Just give me a chance for me it is no retreat no surrender.
I watch the wine in the glass playing, as it is swirled around.
The glass is on the table and a few men down.
The glass says, fragile handle with care.
Am just a child that plays too much.

THE HIGH LIFE

Sitting on a big stone watching the rays of sunlight breaking the mountain top.
No clouds in sight, it's going to be an all day out, none stop.
Grab my cutlass heading through the brushes and bushes.
My dogs raise their heads, wag their tails, looking for the trail.
No shoes, no shirt, just a piece of pants, a go be me, jax spanner and ants.
Minor problem when that would be the only problem.

Mangoes up to my knees and snakes perched out on the gut banks.
Fruit flies fill the air, I take my two hands like god and wave them out the air.
Pass trough and look at the water breaking over the ledge.
I will drink but it is too cold to jump in, in this neck of the woods the heat has no power.
Agouties and rats rustle trough the bushes drives the dogs crazy.
Only today we are not hunting, just chilling and sight seeing.

Custard apple, grapefruit, oranges, sabacka, tangerine, yam, breadfruit, etc.
Banana trees that man have to climb, only to pick two bananas.
All was there before me, planted by slaves that left something behind for me.
Right between the breadfruit trees it had a huge stone next to a tangerine tree.
Laying down reaching trough the branches eating and spitting seeds in the air.
This is life without care, wish you were here.
Reids hill gut they called it, where we roast bread fruit, plant ganja, and de heart dey ya.

Between the two towering cliff sides with goats jumping around on the stones.
Too steep for plants to grow yet the goat them we follow.
I saw and heard big grown men bawl and say wha me a do ya, look how me a go dead ya.
No congestion, no pollution, no confusion, no over population, no exploitation, etc.,
Just all positive vibes, ital is vital, tranquility is sanity, everything is bless no stress.
Sitting on the park bench I see the junkies copping out.
I just close my eyes and black out.
When you see that ghost, it's just me visiting
Back to square one, nothing stays forever but am high on life.