A WHEY WI DEH?

Why not satisfy wid back a yaad?

Whey di wok no pay,

‘cause di dalla keep falling

and

Tek mi libaty.

Whey job no deh

fi feed di family.

Whey di govament steal

from di povaty.

Rampant behavya,

whey outlaws swear

to mek duppies here.

Still, all ‘n all,

Leave the bittersweet.

To trod far away north, cross di waters,

Where……..

The rats race for the common grain

to possess.

Can afford none to give,

yet they gnaw.

This land of opportunity and liberty,

only for the chosen few,

who, the masses they exploit.

They tell us to be positive and hardworking,

true,

but

to control our grain, they gnaw.

Yet I trod far away from home for many years

Maybe it’s the pursuit of that ‘all mighty’ dollar and my liberty.

They both shall fall, in place, in time.

But I must trod on

Until my feet get too weak and tired

to trod no more……..

Yes, now I’m tired.

I must come home to mi yaad,

my land of beauty, birth and liberty.

THE ROCK!

JAMAICA!

Nickidad

4/25/84