Finnegan Remembers….
Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,
Finnegan, I was he,
who lived on taters merrily,
in Northern Ireland,
we weren’t free,
to be deported it was odd,
to leave old Ireland, me,
Minerva sailed, but she went down,
My fate, yes indeed to drown,
But the shark had me for tea,
Great white shark ate me, the sod,
It was the will of God,
No bloody chips were there?
Yes I was bloody rare,
tomato sauce ran free,
Resentment burns, no reason, where?
Underneath, deep memory yeah,
A prisoner of the crown,
Transported, 7 years around,
But the shark had set me free,
Till Joeys spirit came to me,
Memory of it makes me frown,
Cos Johnson now I be…
ah yes underneath the kettle boils,
the fire burns, injustice calls,
and vengeance yet will come,
embroils,
our memories are as one...
unfoiled, then some...
Don Johnson
I'm not promised tomorrow
but i'm not sure i'm willing to give it up
theres so much i can't say
but there's so much i'm compelled to
you want rhythm and blues
But all i see is turmoil
and plots that seem to go unfoiled
maybe i'll live, maybe i won't
whatever i do, what is it to you
a few compliments and comments
to seduce me further into a rage
that you donot understand
the unfortunate desires of an aling man
will you stand beside me
in my hours of misfortunes
will you hold my hand
the moral is don't be the first
to voice your opinion
Don't want for a better tomorrow
Because they will only bury you
in yesterdays horror
MLK, JFK, Mr. Tupac Shakur
writers and spokesmen of this ongoing storm
life's been two cents short
of a bagel and manour since i was born
rebels of a better day i'll see you soon
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