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.
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