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
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