1. (Mauvais Langue)
Spinning yuh web of comes and confusion [1]
Snake-tongue-ing malice at all you malign
You turn meh words into barbed wire to hang yuh dutty [2] linen
But I know when you shoo-shooing [3] in yuh dutty lil corner
Dat you doh give a damn
Cuz you too damn blasted mauvais langue
Madame Mauvais Langue.
2. (Say Dat)
Dey say that Hardeo chop up he wife and four chirren
Den hang he self on a mangrove tree
And the blood of the 15 month baby
Was mix up wid de black mud on he killer-man jersey
Dey say dat was fuck ing dead man justice.
Dey say that Indroutie look fuh what she damn well get
Doh mind de police choose to forget
How much night she come round pounding on dey door
Wen Hardeo was raining heavy blows on she
Dey say dat a woman have no right to get pregnant
Before she turn 14, den turn (a)round and make 4 more
Instead of milker and diaper fuh de chirren
Dey say so it is with dem lagoon coolie son of a bitches and dem
Dey will kill each odder off with a drop of puncheon rum
Dey say is a demon slashin hate through society
But as long as I ent get splash with no coolie blood
Den it really doh bodder me
But I say that I never hear no public wail of outrage
About dis lagoon monster dat we breed in we own back yard
And only dream about when we drop asleep in front de
OJ Simpson dem say we say trial on the American cable TV
And I say dat if de same fuck up thing did happen down in
Westmoorings [6] down by the red, white and blue sea
Den I woulda hear rat ta tat attack with full force
You hearinh me?
3. (Spirit Lash) [5]
Every morning (a)round one
I watching him on the roof
Whistling de tune he says does bring dem down with the fattening of the moon
None of we know what kind of demon get inside he
But last night when de police dem come round asking questions about dat missing woman
I know dat dem spirits dem done show him where to hide de body
14 years old and he life done and already.
4.
Yuh mudder hiding in she cock-roachy room with a man in she hand and a bottle in she mouth
She say all what is yours is mine and all what is mine is he own
So if you want to keep food in yuh belly and books in yuh bag
You will damn well do what you have to do, doh mind he is yuh fadder
But you say No, I ent got no fadder, only one in a cuss, and I doh use no cuss word.
[1] Intrigue, gossip
[2] Dirty
[3] Whispering
[4] Rum and a machete (large knife)
[5] Possession
[6] Upper middle class neighborhood, Westmoorings by the Sea
by Melvina Hazard
i can not hear sure it nice.
mrkingvon1 9 months ago