Category : Poems

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         (Prelude)
Yeah! Original Man 
In the Dance Hall,
Zeen.
Watch Ya!






         (1)
Keeping Time.
Ah Keeping Time.
Me Ah Go,
Keeping Time.


Ah Keeping Time.
Man a Go Keeping,
I Rasta Keeping Time.
…Aye! 


What Time is 
It Man?
Quarter After 
9.


Listen To Me when 
Me Tell You This,
A Secret Me 
Know Tell You.


         (2)
When Dem Come 
In to the Dance Hall,
Message Me a 
Go Bring You.


All When Me no Come 
In to the Dance Hall,
A SUZIE She 
A Go Bring Q.


And When Me 
In a The Dance Hall,
Egypt know Me as 
Pesach in Hebrew! 


When Me Run 
Up on All You! 
With the Gun
Man Fa True.


         (3)
And a Tell 
Man Bout You!
No Sheep’s Blood 
Over You!


And so Gun 
Can Touch You!
And when He,
In De Dance Hall.


Rush thru and 
Ras na Protect You,
As The Gun man 
Touch You Then!


Nuff Bullet In 
Ah The Weapon,
Hit Skeleton!
But can Bet On,


         (4)
A Rush On
Dem Bed where
Pronounced Dead 
On Arrival.


All when Back
In the Dance hall,
Me no Go Show pon 
Illegal Weapon.


And Charge Me!
Open up All Me
Vest What Dem 
Deh Deh Pon?


We no Go Come 
In a The Dance Hall
A See The 
Alleged Man,


         (5)
Fire in a De Room.
They on Gold Rush 
On Gun Man,
In The Dance.


A Hunt Man In The 
Dance And Panama 
About Man Run 
With Town Posse.


Them ah 
Run With Me?
All Run Down 
In to The City.


Man A Run with Me!
As Music come In 
A The Dance,
Them All Tune To Me.


         (6)
Come in De Dance And 
So The Music All with 
Me And So This Ganja 
Man In The Dance Hall.


Ganja Man Me 
Ah Smoke Mad,
Weed Me Eyes 
Red Man.


Chalice Me a 
Use Man And with 
Clean Hands Me 
Jah Bless It And,


With Red Lites Me  
Will Address It.
With Match Fyah 
Me Will Burn It!


         (7)
And Rest It when 
Me Done and It’s
Meditation 
Set In.


Cross Reigns Down 
On the to Matters of 
3 Men Who Passed on 
The River Yehoshafat


Cross Rains down 
On the Matters of 
3 Men who Pass
Not Gonna Row 


Down to None a
That And Pose Like
Blood Klatt in a This,
Waste Great Camelot.


         (8)
Smoke on All That!
Dem nah Go Take 
Weapon Go Run up On 
Me Daughter nor Son.


Half Sister Dem no
Prostitute and Go,
Run Dem Parlor!
Nor Dress Me as


Girl Use Hands,
Lift Like Strip Show!
Don’t Know Whether 
Dem Have A Pussy,


Cat Or Whether 
Dog’s Tail Hang 
Low So Gun Shot,
In Dem Blood Klatt.


         (9)
If Dem Let Go of 
That Aye! If You no 
Move From There,
We Gonna Bomb That!


Me know Bout 
Gun Man Pose.
Man Me will Use 
Real Ram Blood,


Deliver News And 
Gun Man Me Na 
Refuse To Pharaoh.
I Will Lite The Fuse!