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.
Poetjanstie
Jun 04, 2011 @ 05:35:04
I didn’t know you were a linguist, John! 🙂 That’s pretty good, too good, if you don’t mind my saying. You a Zephaniah fan? Derek Walcott, Claude McKay?
John Smallshaw
Jun 04, 2011 @ 06:13:11
Not so keen on Zephaniah but methinks the green eyed god plays some part in that.
Poetjanstie
Jun 04, 2011 @ 05:39:36
Who is JAH? Maybe there’s a clue I missed?
John Smallshaw
Jun 04, 2011 @ 06:14:25
Answer on Facebook link….Coming soon the Pantechnicon in Jamaican poetess mode..What would Mother say about that?
Poetjanstie
Jun 04, 2011 @ 07:25:34
Gettin’ di bitch to write a bit?