Linton Kwesi Johnson - Sonny's Lettah lyrics

From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan Dear mama Good day I hope that when these few lines reach you they may Find you in the best of health I doun know how to tell ya dis For I did mek a solemn promise To tek care a lickle Jim An try mi bes fi look out fi him Mama, I really did try mi bes But none a di less Sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres It was de miggle a di rush hour Hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle To go home fi dem evenin shower Mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a bus Not causin no fuss When all of a sudden a police van pull up Out jump tree policemen De whole a dem carryin baton Dem walk straight up to me and Jim One a dem hold on to Jim Seh dem tekin him in Jim tell him fi leggo a him For him nah do nutt'n And 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n Jim start to wriggle De police start to giggle Mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim? Mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im? Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop Dem thump him pon him head but it tough like lead Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleed Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin' So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cry Me thump him pon him mout and him started fi shout Me kick him pon him shin so him started fi spin Me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin - an crash, an dead More policman come dung Dem beat me to the grung Dem charge Jim fi sus ---- Dem charge mi fi murdah Mama, doan fret Doan get depress an downhearted Be of good courage Till I hear from you I remain Your son Sonny