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They Don'T Love Us Anymore

Jamaica was always known for cultivating the brightest and the best, Academically, most scholars soared through all their tests, Our Island provided warmth and beauty, Yet, the music of the modern generation has tarnished our reputation, Most, think of us as gun slingers, drug dealers and vagabonds, Our women are viewed as piranhas on the run, Through advertisements and word of mouth Jamaican men are viewed as abusers or elusive Baby Daddies or hustlers who cruise around in caddies, They don't love us anymore, The hate shows as they cleverly try to shove us through the doors, concocting crimes and airs of suspicion, Being a Jamaican has become a whirlwind of negative labels such as aggression, crimanalism and drug running, They never tell the real stories how the other half lives, They don't love us anymore, so they would rather show our lives hanging from the ballads or on the skids.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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