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Suraj Narine Sep 2015
Everywhere meh look, all meh see
Is suffering and bare tragedy
Rasta nuh blind, Rasta nuh deaf
Not even ah loaf ah bread pon ah shelf

War, bust we skin, ah left scar
While politician ah drive fancy car
Meh pickanny hungry
Baby madda angry
Everywhere meh look all meh see
Is blood and bare treachery

For survival, youth turn cannibal
Inna dem head, positivity nuh linger
Pick up de gun, tun trigger finger

Guide them oh Jah
Protect dem likkle ones
Dem ah de future
Our salvation, our cure.
Selah...
Me like a likkle of what ya got

'Cause I a zero not got a lot

I talks to me pastor

im a serious Judah rasta.

But me lives alone in this zone

I got to find I a way back home.

Me know me got life a wee bit wrong

And me never listen to da Masters song.

But now I got I a brand new deal

Me praise Jah 'cause im is real.

I gwan to church and say me tings

Jah he answer......me telephone rings.

Hello who im dat? and im say it is I de righteous cat

Den I fall down and me tears dey come

But im say rise up man you is my son.

Den me knows dat dis is da time

Me knows me faith is bang on da line.

Jah Jah im see me right

Yea even thru de dark of de night

Im me saviour me know dat now

Im smooth da lines off from my brow.

Jah Jah rule.

Jah is cool.
Many happy times in the company of brothers did we sit in the Afro and drink tiger and play dominoes..apologies for the use of the pigeon tongue..but it was like that. first published 2011.js
Me like a likkle of what ya got

'Cause I a zero not got a lot

I talks to me pastor

'im a serious Judah rasta.

But me lives alone in this zone

I got to find I a way back home.

Me know me got life a wee bit wrong

And me never listen to da Masters song.

But now I got I a brand new deal

Me praise Jah 'cause 'im is real.

I gwan to church and say me tings

Jah he answer......me telephone rings.

Hello who' im dat? and 'im say it is I de righteous cat

Den I fall down and me tears dey come

But 'im say rise up man you is my son.

Den me knows dat dis is da time

Me knows me faith is bang on da line.

Jah Jah 'im see me right

Yea even thru de dark of de night

'im me saviour me know dat now

'im smooth da lines off from my brow.

Jah Jah rule.

Jah is cool.
Many happy times in the company of brothers did we sit in the Afro and drink tiger and play dominoes..apologies for the use of the pigeon tongue..but it was like that. first published 2011.js
Kimberley Jan 2018
brutally honest,
gorgeous,
free-spirited,
kind and loving -
i love my people

the jewel of the Caribbean
i love my country
my little island
full of so much beauty, it should be illegal
an island forever on top
the best in Caribbean, really

the talk of many
home of many greats
" we likkle but we tallawah "
so much talent on one island
raw and pure
i could be no prouder to be a Jamaican
Thinking bout this girl,
I could swear that she was sent for me.
we chilling and we vibing,
we sharing  immutable energy.
never thought that she'd befriend me
she my likkle empress, never dress to impress
ain't worried bout no (s)undress
remove the s.

Ten toes down but our head in the clouds.
we smoking on that sticky icky louder than drake crowds, whoo!
Freaky off that liquor,
begging me to **** and lick her
shawty looks so genuine,
inevitable that I pick her.
and she smokes that ******...
never had to teach her.
she don't even eat meat,
so we never got no beef bruh.

smoked so much J's
had to take a smoke break.
been in a **** daze for 3 days
unspoken emotions left in all the **** haze.
im thinking that we, coincide...
like stars in the night, sky.
They say **** kills or...
I guess it makes your brain fry.
we say **** chills...
and make the good vibes multiply,
like two times.
always been the type to wine and dine
so I only hold up peace signs
to make her legs divide
so i can taste what's divine
and beat up on that feline from the behind.

her exes they were lame,
had to blast like team rocket.
she know I'm the plug and she know she the socket.
you roll my girl a blunt
and I bet she won't sock it.
you say your **** greener?
boy you better, stop it.
boy you know you, jocking.
boy you better, stop this
boy I ain't got time to play,
boy you better, clock this.
no more dreads but scarier than the lockness.
black chicks call me hotness.
white chicks call me chocolate.
melting on their top lip.
after I get that top bih.
they ask me who the topic
started spitting lava so they know who the hottest

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