I rise each day
To yet another shock
From this alarm-clock culture
And I miss da sound
Of my big red co*k
As him best him chest
And crow welcome song
To the sun
From the fowl sh** covered
Guava tree pon the hillside
And de snooze bu*ton allow me five minute
More to dream about ackee and breadfruit
Then I get up and eat a bagel
And worry about my love handle
Six layers of clothes
And thermal drawers
And I still cold
Another bridge mean more toll
And the golden rule
Is alternate side parking
Ans as the belly get fat
Many things about Yard that
Used to be just a mere inconvenience
Start to look like major incompetence
Unscheduled power cut daily
Walter lock-off
Bank pon short staff cause
The morning was a little bit rainy
Few telephones
That's just how it is
Yet everyone know
Everyone else business
Well I live in my building for five years now
And my neighbors them still don't know me
But solace come from anonymity
And every time I bite the apple
The apple swallow me
So them force me to buy
A piece of the FBI
CIA investment pie
And them give me a W2 form in lieu
Of a receipt
So now I'm funding a plot
To get God shot
Or something like that
The Korean polish him apples them clean
And arrange them in stacks of red, gold and green
Say him, want Rasta to feel welcome Seen?
So I dilly
And I dally
And I wonder
How much longer
I can philander
Cause each time ah bite the apple
It swallow a piece of me
Still it hard to love the fruit
If I never did climb the tree