Celebrating 50:Xix

A stony gut mi come from Long march through the bruising night Vex in mi soul without rum Me in dis Morant Bay bright Deh yah since broad day mek it lights To seh me is man fe mi rights A stony gut mi come from Dry dust and parched pass of bush Hungry gut and idle thumb Custos and Governor crush Big dream of freedom from wi doubt Nobody nuh hear so-so mouth A stony gut mi come from God boned and God hearted mad Load wi up like Abraham Nah tun back long faced nor sad Every man must tek him place In de fight dest'ny cum face. A stony gut mi come from Mi only want de queen know No more thicket full wid ram Nuh suffice de wicked blow De colony a deal wi De colony a steal wi Heng mi good and heng mi high Dis country gwine bruk weh sah Independent like the sky Stony gut blood nah guh dry Till crown and colony gone Bring Jamaica betta dawn