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
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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.
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Fourth Generation Slave
Growing up as a fourth generation great great grandson of a slave
Back when sea island cotton was not the sea island cotton of my time
The cotton gin and the sugar plantation mills have not been saved
Yet I turn around and see forth generation slaves.
Still not owning their own, holding on to a legacy so hard to stray from
I see the chain in the form of money so light it feels like it's not there
The illusion, one pound of feather, is the same as one pound of lead
What happen to, give me freedom or give me death?
The sugar mills crumble the cotton gins fade away.
Our ancestors buried away and rotten away silently leaving way.
Somewhere in New York there is a dog worth 12 MILLION DOLLARS.
Yet your dignity is priceless and when your rendered useless guess what
The value of your dignity will still remain the same, to be cashed in by who?
Fall in line take your place, that's what you went to school for
What were you before you went to school, and what are you after you left school?
This class of the elite will take over from the last class of the elite
SLAVES THAT IS
Back when sea island cotton was not the sea island cotton of my time
The cotton gin and the sugar plantation mills have not been saved
Yet I turn around and see forth generation slaves.
Still not owning their own, holding on to a legacy so hard to stray from
I see the chain in the form of money so light it feels like it's not there
The illusion, one pound of feather, is the same as one pound of lead
What happen to, give me freedom or give me death?
The sugar mills crumble the cotton gins fade away.
Our ancestors buried away and rotten away silently leaving way.
Somewhere in New York there is a dog worth 12 MILLION DOLLARS.
Yet your dignity is priceless and when your rendered useless guess what
The value of your dignity will still remain the same, to be cashed in by who?
Fall in line take your place, that's what you went to school for
What were you before you went to school, and what are you after you left school?
This class of the elite will take over from the last class of the elite
SLAVES THAT IS
Thursday, July 12, 2007
PLease The Gods
Some people work not knowing what they are working for but money.
After having the money and so much of it getting miserable and disagreeable.
Some work to pay bills then watch the action on the streets from window sills.
Some work to invest their money and loose every thing in the end.
Some give the church, only to receive empty promises in a sermon
If something is to manifest, let it be, don't lament on it.
As for me I work to pleas those who died to bring me here.
People say that it is crazy but it is the only way to see what am working for.
Money in the bank does not interest me, church oh well, all vices.
I buy a trinket, a bracelet, a ring, or help the unfortunate buy hard items.
All to pleas the gods Jewelry I don't even wear, they just remind me of a time and place.
A happy thought when times were good or better than previous.
A reminder now what my grandparents or great grandparents would have loved.
The things they sacrifice themselves out of so I could manifest.
The unselfish act of what I work for is mine and all mine, I will loose my mind.
Their must be an incentive a driving force, a love for something other than money.
When the balance is complete money will flow because the environment is right.
Money making all boils down to the proper environment if the spirits are not happy.
All because you have been ungrateful and selfish money will come with nothing else.
When the sun sets and the lights goes out I smile at the bracelet I bought my dead grand mother.
Just like the cross some safe keep for Jesus, am safekeeping for her.
If the cross was too heavy for Jesus to bare, why should I try to prove am stronger than him?
Bo go carry your own load, me grand mother no eat so me could eat.
I have respect the way people disown their own for you, while others benefit in your name.
I look and laugh at the blood that never washes away.
After having the money and so much of it getting miserable and disagreeable.
Some work to pay bills then watch the action on the streets from window sills.
Some work to invest their money and loose every thing in the end.
Some give the church, only to receive empty promises in a sermon
If something is to manifest, let it be, don't lament on it.
As for me I work to pleas those who died to bring me here.
People say that it is crazy but it is the only way to see what am working for.
Money in the bank does not interest me, church oh well, all vices.
I buy a trinket, a bracelet, a ring, or help the unfortunate buy hard items.
All to pleas the gods Jewelry I don't even wear, they just remind me of a time and place.
A happy thought when times were good or better than previous.
A reminder now what my grandparents or great grandparents would have loved.
The things they sacrifice themselves out of so I could manifest.
The unselfish act of what I work for is mine and all mine, I will loose my mind.
Their must be an incentive a driving force, a love for something other than money.
When the balance is complete money will flow because the environment is right.
Money making all boils down to the proper environment if the spirits are not happy.
All because you have been ungrateful and selfish money will come with nothing else.
When the sun sets and the lights goes out I smile at the bracelet I bought my dead grand mother.
Just like the cross some safe keep for Jesus, am safekeeping for her.
If the cross was too heavy for Jesus to bare, why should I try to prove am stronger than him?
Bo go carry your own load, me grand mother no eat so me could eat.
I have respect the way people disown their own for you, while others benefit in your name.
I look and laugh at the blood that never washes away.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
KINSALE FISHERMEN
Had the opportunity to fish and shoot with some of the best on the island.
We shoot and fish all around the island, even practice on land.
I more liked shooting, it was way more exciting, compared to sitting in a boat.
I could remember starting out grooting up my belly on stones.
Start out shooting at the knees, then the waist, then the chest, the rest is deep sea.
I am from trials but I shoot out of Kinsale, or between Kinsale and Gingoes.
Use to come home from school gather my gear, walk to the nearest shore i felt like.
Cast out my float, put on my flippers, wash out my glass, load my gun and jump in.
Started with a wood gun till i got one of my fathers ready made fishing gun.
My mother nearly went crazy but she was raising a man, she left men to GOD.
Always shoot with the load on the last groove just in case of sharks.
Some guys wait to see them, then load up, not me, if my chest is going to be sore, let it be.
Always pictured a shark swimming off with one my legs, but never told anyone.
Kinsale men shoot from Wapping to Gingoes, Gingoes men shoot to old crusher.
South men shoot from crusher up to Ogarros, after that you need a boat.
Sometimes we all meet up and walk past Ogarro's to barracuda bank.
Got my boat around 14, had my own crew of experience and inexperience members.
That's when we started to shoot and fish under roaches and Long Ground, the Mecca.
Around cow and calf, mother rock, going up to black burn airport.
Twenty foot waves and more, that's when the fun begins
Sometimes calm like wax on the water, that's when it is most boring,
So rich with marine life, you would never want to sit in a boat with a line.
Unless of course sharks are in the water, especially after the movie JAWS.
I see man sit on big stone and not coming off even when the boat on the stone with him.
We looked out for each other shooting takes team work.
Whether shooting sharks, sting rays, Barracudas, octopus, or Congo.
We even bring back boat loads of goat, a goat fish them be.
Sometimes police down there waiting on the boat to come in.
All the dangers we took we never lost a man, we lost boats but not men.
Team work plays such a vital role when odds are against you.
Nobody fights like fishermen, once your in the water things change.
Talk to one of my friends the other day, he told me.
"Montserrat nice a, now fish dey"
Sitting at my work desk, working 2.15 am Yeah Montserrat nice.
All now we would be shooting with a light on a car tube.
Night fishing or shooting is the best,
I still think compared to north men, Kinsale is the best.
Looking to go back one day to rectify that, only New York air clog up my lungs.
It is like ridding a bike once you get back on it is second nature.
North men always accused us of stealing their fish out of their pots.
Me no know bout that. Them just jealous we catch more fish than them.
All the experience I have had fishing and shooting with these guys, team work pays off.
It was and still is the Montserrat equivalent to IRAQ.
When you dive more than your lungs can take and need help getting to the surface.
Someone was always there.
We shoot and fish all around the island, even practice on land.
I more liked shooting, it was way more exciting, compared to sitting in a boat.
I could remember starting out grooting up my belly on stones.
Start out shooting at the knees, then the waist, then the chest, the rest is deep sea.
I am from trials but I shoot out of Kinsale, or between Kinsale and Gingoes.
Use to come home from school gather my gear, walk to the nearest shore i felt like.
Cast out my float, put on my flippers, wash out my glass, load my gun and jump in.
Started with a wood gun till i got one of my fathers ready made fishing gun.
My mother nearly went crazy but she was raising a man, she left men to GOD.
Always shoot with the load on the last groove just in case of sharks.
Some guys wait to see them, then load up, not me, if my chest is going to be sore, let it be.
Always pictured a shark swimming off with one my legs, but never told anyone.
Kinsale men shoot from Wapping to Gingoes, Gingoes men shoot to old crusher.
South men shoot from crusher up to Ogarros, after that you need a boat.
Sometimes we all meet up and walk past Ogarro's to barracuda bank.
Got my boat around 14, had my own crew of experience and inexperience members.
That's when we started to shoot and fish under roaches and Long Ground, the Mecca.
Around cow and calf, mother rock, going up to black burn airport.
Twenty foot waves and more, that's when the fun begins
Sometimes calm like wax on the water, that's when it is most boring,
So rich with marine life, you would never want to sit in a boat with a line.
Unless of course sharks are in the water, especially after the movie JAWS.
I see man sit on big stone and not coming off even when the boat on the stone with him.
We looked out for each other shooting takes team work.
Whether shooting sharks, sting rays, Barracudas, octopus, or Congo.
We even bring back boat loads of goat, a goat fish them be.
Sometimes police down there waiting on the boat to come in.
All the dangers we took we never lost a man, we lost boats but not men.
Team work plays such a vital role when odds are against you.
Nobody fights like fishermen, once your in the water things change.
Talk to one of my friends the other day, he told me.
"Montserrat nice a, now fish dey"
Sitting at my work desk, working 2.15 am Yeah Montserrat nice.
All now we would be shooting with a light on a car tube.
Night fishing or shooting is the best,
I still think compared to north men, Kinsale is the best.
Looking to go back one day to rectify that, only New York air clog up my lungs.
It is like ridding a bike once you get back on it is second nature.
North men always accused us of stealing their fish out of their pots.
Me no know bout that. Them just jealous we catch more fish than them.
All the experience I have had fishing and shooting with these guys, team work pays off.
It was and still is the Montserrat equivalent to IRAQ.
When you dive more than your lungs can take and need help getting to the surface.
Someone was always there.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Montserrat The Way The Caribbean Used To Be
Was that when we were subjugated to slavery or little after that?
Is that the time when the white Jesus was in everywhere on the walls?
How the Caribbean use to be before black people got independent for themselves?
I still hear this slang
Montserrat, the way the Caribbean used to be.
People no longer see in black and white people see in color.
Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be?
What the @#$% does that mean?
We come so far and we want to go back where we use to be?
What was the point of moving in the first place?
Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be
Tourist leggo on our men and women, children too.
How the @#$% the Caribbean used to be?
When the Queen's picture was everywhere
And some people think the Queen doesn't shit?
When on the Queen's birthday men dress up in uniforms of subjugation
Shooting guns into the air.
The way the Caribbean used to be, meant my grandparents could not read or write?
Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be.
Those who don't know their history are bound to repeat it.
The house Nigger today seams to be benefiting from the illiterate.
Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be,
So how is the Caribbean now, and where is everybody else now?
When the volcano blow where did we run to?
Everywhere, where the Caribbean was not to be.
While we gone back to Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be.
It burns my heart the people that are voted into power by the illiterates
Seeing not they need to move forward.
Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be before airport and seaport.
A things like this makes people disenfranchise themselves.
A things like this makes some people think them Jamaican.
Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be.
With people like you in power
I can see why you want Montserrat the way the Caribbean used to be.
Everybody around you is getting smarter than you.
Can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
KEEP HOPE ALIVE PLAY AN INSTRUMENT
Reveal your feelings, emotions, inspirations and get into yourself.
The coffee and tea, only hold in the depression.
It does not make you sweat it out.
Then you have to go to the gym, to feel good about yourself.
Next morning the boss says..
"Hey get some more coffee and wake up out of your depression."
Do you really need this shit?
I don't drink coffee it makes your head hard.
When the day is done, play some music, dance and try to sing.
Be happy by yourself, find a peace of mind.
Let people say you are selfish.
Just because you want to be happy with yourself.
There is a drown boy in the ring, tra, la, la, la, la, that is me.
The coolly man house on fire, the coolly man run away.
If you know the song forward it to me please.
After work I go back to my primary school days, am young again,
I will always remain innocent.
Tinty tinty paloma oka, leader bunker zidity out.
Copyright © 2003 Eze Bongo
The coffee and tea, only hold in the depression.
It does not make you sweat it out.
Then you have to go to the gym, to feel good about yourself.
Next morning the boss says..
"Hey get some more coffee and wake up out of your depression."
Do you really need this shit?
I don't drink coffee it makes your head hard.
When the day is done, play some music, dance and try to sing.
Be happy by yourself, find a peace of mind.
Let people say you are selfish.
Just because you want to be happy with yourself.
There is a drown boy in the ring, tra, la, la, la, la, that is me.
The coolly man house on fire, the coolly man run away.
If you know the song forward it to me please.
After work I go back to my primary school days, am young again,
I will always remain innocent.
Tinty tinty paloma oka, leader bunker zidity out.
Copyright © 2003 Eze Bongo
MONTSERRATIAN HONOR
My name matters not to me, it is the dignity of my country.
You will know my name, yet you would still wonder, from where?
Then I would have to explain, the obvious and the unexplained.
No man is an island, no man is himself, something comes from somewhere.
It could be right here, every where, over there or out there.
REPRESENTATION
Representation, representing and presenting
Preservation of ancestral knowledge.
The recreation of our evolution, from slaves to present situation.
Building legacy after legacy, to obtain, retain and maintain committed.
HONORING
To honor the dead and the living, is nourishing
That's why we flourishing, unrelenting.
Small island people with big EGO, a no so it fu go?
We humble but we nar go get abuse and mumble.
If we have to rumble, we a go rumble.
VOLCANIC
Some people say "oh this is tragic," some panic and some say "terrific."
A chance to explore new shore and avenues, closed because of revenues.
Evacuation with compensation
Some called it sell out for others it was their way out.
Equal opportunity with a level playing field, some get a good start.
Some get a bad start, some no get no start and some just get fart.
HONOR
America's most wanted.
Scotland Yard and FBI we have none of these in Montserrat.
We should not intend to get our own division in Montserrat.
That lies in the hand of us the Montserrat PEOPLE.
Honoring your actions and reactions, will create immaculate creations.
The weakness of a chain is measured by the weakest link.
Nothing to prove, ha a must be you that.
You will know my name, yet you would still wonder, from where?
Then I would have to explain, the obvious and the unexplained.
No man is an island, no man is himself, something comes from somewhere.
It could be right here, every where, over there or out there.
REPRESENTATION
Representation, representing and presenting
Preservation of ancestral knowledge.
The recreation of our evolution, from slaves to present situation.
Building legacy after legacy, to obtain, retain and maintain committed.
HONORING
To honor the dead and the living, is nourishing
That's why we flourishing, unrelenting.
Small island people with big EGO, a no so it fu go?
We humble but we nar go get abuse and mumble.
If we have to rumble, we a go rumble.
VOLCANIC
Some people say "oh this is tragic," some panic and some say "terrific."
A chance to explore new shore and avenues, closed because of revenues.
Evacuation with compensation
Some called it sell out for others it was their way out.
Equal opportunity with a level playing field, some get a good start.
Some get a bad start, some no get no start and some just get fart.
HONOR
America's most wanted.
Scotland Yard and FBI we have none of these in Montserrat.
We should not intend to get our own division in Montserrat.
That lies in the hand of us the Montserrat PEOPLE.
Honoring your actions and reactions, will create immaculate creations.
The weakness of a chain is measured by the weakest link.
Nothing to prove, ha a must be you that.
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