What Is Under Their Skin
They are moving slowly around the curb
Penetrating the city that is full of nerves
They are circling around the town with a
temper that has outgrown their raw emotions
nerves meeting with nerves and nerves pinching
Nerves.Bad men moving around the town speaking
dirty and threatening words that are profound
They move from corner to corner creating much disorder
and everyday their voices get louder.
They are criss crossing the country with an attitude, and at the
back of their mind they are commiting villianeous
crimes. They have their henchmen around infiltrating
cities and towns, with words of cruelty and hate
as they break through the frantic gates
They flash their rachet knives, and fiddle with their guns
and the tell the people that Jamaica is on the run
They are coming around the bend with badmen
shouting with them, the young fear them, the old fear
Them but I am determined to stand up and face a town
whose bad men are armed with machetes, knives and guns
They walk and hop, wiggle and drop and their mouth
is filled with curse words that will scare a virgin
Straight through the door.Badmen talk badmen words
Badmen cuss and sware bad words, swirling death
threat around me and crossing the barrier infront of me
I tried to figure it out and refused to get entangle in
a brawl, the parrots listen carefully within the gates
While courage speeds up with a destiny that is getting late
But when I try to keep silent my Spirit muse and I feel
the heat bursting beneath my shoes oh what a pity?
They are definatly part of a group sent on a mission
to compete and confuse, some of them walk around
in green and they wear pink to look clean.I am still trying
to figure it out but their accomplice starts to shout
and their inconsistency is floating from town to town from city to city oh what a wretched country
I have not seen one happy daylight with praise
When my heart was not set ablaze.Sunlight
burning through the night wrestling with badmen
who are putting up a terrible fight and finally
Something that is mightier than them starts to
melt slowly within them, hearts starts melting
pockets starts emptying and the mind starts opening
pants and shorts start falling to the ground
Shirts and blouse start spinning around
The guns and machetes suddenly fell one
by one on the ground and the kinves could not
be found.Badmen scrambling around in their nightgown
exposing weaknesses underneath their thick skins
But deep down the coward man lies gasping within.
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