I'd got out the hammer, the hatchet and pliers
To attack the package of plastic and wires.
But the fix was so tricky,
The stickum so sticky,
I'd not even scratched it when I set it on fire!
TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 2
So we bring ‘Kaya’ now,
is this love?
Get up stand up,
could you be loved.
Liberation in Zimbabwe,
we are yet to see this.
This bad card,
can easily yield war.
Because these ‘crazy baldheads’,
are still running amok.
So we best plot our exodus,
assured by the three little birds.
Iron lion zion,
one drop one drop.
The deputy ran for dear life,
when you shot the sheri .
Hence tonight we`ll be burning
and looting,
in search of a redemption song.
And so ‘Tu Gong’ ,
stir it up.
No woman no cry,
no longer waiting in vain.
It is indeed a natural mystic,
forever loving Jah.
TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 1
Jammin jammin jammin,
jam on rightful king.
In the lounges of Zion,
with your childhood ally.
Peter Tosh together rocking steady.
Rock on as it were in Trench town.
Robert Nesta Marley,
the stone that the builder refused.
Reggae`s undisputed cornerstone,
you adviced judge not.
That we check out,
the real situation.
And that one love,
should emit positive vibration.
Africa unite,
smile Jamaica.
Who the cap will t,
time will tell.
We shall pay no mind,
to top ranking.
We shall be,
easy ‘skanking’.
So much trouble in the world,
but atleast the sun is shining.
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
drinking a mocha late,
but when that old spider sat down beside her
she pulled out her Mace and let spray!
That arachnid took flight to her great delight
having learned his lesson in spades.
Miss Muffet was tough not made of fluff
her skills on defense made the grade.
Now this comely young Miss did indeed want a kiss
but not from a hairy old bug.
The romance she sought would be dearly bought
by a guy that she actually dug.
I was hoping to give you a Cheddar life
But it was never Gouda 'nough
Mozzarella I could never cheese you
But being provolone, it's tough
All the fluids in the atmosphere, that were in here were revealed.
Now there's a place not to far from here, where everything is whole & pure
& life its self is peace filled.
I live in a magic show, where things come & go
& people fail you but love still grows.
My story doesn't tell me lies but the things that I'd abide, my darkness
doesn't shine like the white light in the sky, her face is precious &
sad to say goodbye, this love we can surely rely.
This mess we must clean, it is not our job to say who's mean, we all
have an addiction of this life phene, but it doesn't mean that we can't dream.
I must not limit my own standards for I am not king, I lift my hands up high
as if I'm flying over the world with my wings, & I can feel the texture of her
Heart beating now she's queen, so nervously she looks away & than looks at me,
O' what shout full, joyful sing, she can sing to me.
I am feeling stressed,
trying not to get depressed,
and striving to do my best,
never good enough,
this life sometimes, is so tough,
as I walk away and huff.
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