Freedom Sweet

COVID-19 is like an abusive man Him just a beat yuh fi nothing Lord help wi I feel trapped in the house not even mi mother mi want next to mi Brogad mi see yuh a try mi prime minister but it ruff over here in Portmore Mi in a the centre of the war zone Fear and anxiety a kill mi Only God know how mi feel Mi mask up and tek mi distance Tan a yuh yard is a reality for the rich Mi scared but mi still must hustle in the streets An empty cupboard can’t feed the kids… they got to eat So I must run the streets Mi can’t even tell yuh how mi worried fi the man that must pay him staff ...him between a rock and hard place...keep them and pay them...I don’t even know how him a go do it Lord God help him! I now realize how freedom sweet Jah know...COVID-19 need to tek a flight and leave