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The sun is burning the passion out of me And water is springing up all over me It’s dripping, dripping, dripping It is coming through my pores And they are asking me for more Purified and sanctified water, I just can’t deny it The sensation is hidden somewhere below And something miraculous is happening inside And my spirit is burning, burning, burning The fire cannot contain the fire in the morning The music is shouting above the music And the sound is mixing with sound The passion is rising high, and fire is blazing in the sky People are walking up and down the street and The traffic is cursing around the town And the cops are searching for the outlaws all around They are ploughing through the village and streets with A strict sign that reads. “Wanted dead or alive” I walked slowly along the street, thinking I thought about the events leading up to this stage And the gruesome reality that I have to endure I thought about you, and I have wondered about you I have waited so long, Just to see the other side of you I felt my hopes rising above my head and the Passion kept jumping up and down in my bed What’s more do you want me to do? To let you know that I need you to come now I have sent several messages for you to come and take me home, I want you to come and take me away from this place, but it seems as if my message was absorb in thin air I want you to come where I temporary reside And take me with you, my patience is running out And my hands are touching my mouth The heat is spilling aggression in the environment And the crucifix is dangling in heaven The great big God is peeping through one eye And every time it yawn someone cry above the heaven Here I am sitting on the street corner steps Penning this sensational verse and competing with the Loud speaker, just two shops away from me And occasionally listening to Kenny Rogers rhythmical beat Sounding on the turntable, a few doors from me The man selling pillar on the corner Squeezed a man in the space beside me Forcing me to leave that spot, as he belches out verbal threat at me “Goh whey from here”, “leave this spot before a do you something”,the man pillar man shouts” I have been ridicule up and down the town Everyone wants to know what I am doing Even though they see that I am writing They are coming and going and collecting offering The heat is growing, and my spirit is stirring And multitude of people are walking up and down Rocking to the nasty DJ beat, The bag man walked by and shouts, “Dem big market bag, two bills.” “Two hundred dollars give you one a dem big market bag.” I began to sweat, as if nothing else was left. I sit quietly not messing with anybody But everyone seem to have a problem with me They call me batty man, lesbian and informer Every day I get a new name, honestly I have no shame How can it be that in three months I have made so many enemy? I don’t know the people and they don’t know me But someone has circulated a message in town That has had everyone bound and stunned. When I come out to the street, Everyone starts running up and down and the cars start masquerading around What have I to do with what? In this ruthless town I still don’t know what is happening. Here I am waiting, I am waiting patiently for you to come and take me home I Just want to leave this miserable town My passion is rising and my spirit is leaping Come and take me with you now before I drown. I just want to go home, This is not my home.

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The sun is burning the passion out of me And water is springing up all over me It’s dripping, dripping, dripping It is coming through my pores And they are asking me for more Purified and sanctified water, I just can’t deny it The sensation is hidden somewhere below And something miraculous is happening inside And my spirit is burning, burning, burning The fire cannot contain the fire in the morning The music is shouting above the music And the sound is mixing with sound The passion is rising high, and fire is blazing in the sky People are walking up and down the street and The traffic is cursing around the town And the cops are searching for the outlaws all around They are ploughing through the village and streets with A strict sign that reads. “Wanted dead or alive” I walked slowly along the street, thinking I thought about the events leading up to this stage And the gruesome reality that I have to endure I thought about you, and I have wondered about you I have waited so long, Just to see the other side of you I felt my hopes rising above my head and the Passion kept jumping up and down in my bed What’s more do you want me to do? To let you know that I need you to come now I have sent several messages for you to come and take me home, I want you to come and take me away from this place, but it seems as if my message was absorb in thin air I want you to come where I temporary reside And take me with you, my patience is running out And my hands are touching my mouth The heat is spilling aggression in the environment And the crucifix is dangling in heaven The great big God is peeping through one eye And every time it yawn someone cry above the heaven Here I am sitting on the street corner steps Penning this sensational verse and competing with the Loud speaker, just two shops away from me And occasionally listening to Kenny Rogers rhythmical beat Sounding on the turntable, a few doors from me The man selling pillar on the corner Squeezed a man in the space beside me Forcing me to leave that spot, as he belches out verbal threat at me “Goh whey from here”, “leave this spot before a do you something”,the man pillar man shouts” I have been ridicule up and down the town Everyone wants to know what I am doing Even though they see that I am writing They are coming and going and collecting offering The heat is growing, and my spirit is stirring And multitude of people are walking up and down Rocking to the nasty DJ beat, The bag man walked by and shouts, “Dem big market bag, two bills.” “Two hundred dollars give you one a dem big market bag.” I began to sweat, as if nothing else was left. I sit quietly not messing with anybody But everyone seem to have a problem with me They call me batty man, lesbian and informer Every day I get a new name, honestly I have no shame How can it be that in three months I have made so many enemy? I don’t know the people and they don’t know me But someone has circulated a message in town That has had everyone bound and stunned. When I come out to the street, Everyone starts running up and down and the cars start masquerading around What have I to do with what? In this ruthless town I still don’t know what is happening. Here I am waiting, I am waiting patiently for you to come and take me home I Just want to leave this miserable town My passion is rising and my spirit is leaping Come and take me with you now before I drown. I just want to go home, This is not my home.