We Ent Arrive As Yet [Song]


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WE ENT ARRIVE AS YET

By Watchman

Don't tell me 'bout no big ship or small boat
Or who sink or who float
'Cause as man me ent really care
About no Pinta or Nina or if your grandfather
Swim the Nile to reach over here.
Once we building a region
Them things shouldn't matter again
But if you want my opinion
No bones, let me tell you plain.
We, West Indians are often said to be
Our very own worst enemy
Though we have a common history
Yet everybody bad talks everybody
They say Trinidadians lazy and foolish
And Guyanese is thief and pickpocket
You can't talk sense with a Jamaican
And never ever bend in front a Bajan
And every little rock have its own dollar
But some not even good for toilet paper
So if we cannot integrate, well then I regret
That it is clear that none of we ent arrive as yet.

Don't tell me 'bout no white man or Indian, Chinese or African
'Cause as man, those with eyes can see
All the races and cultures and mixtures of colours
That exist in everybody
Once we building a region
Them things shouldn't matter again
But if you want my opinion
No bones, let me tell you plain.
Our people are seen as exotic
Just because of their ethnic mix
But I hear that the --------
Opposing any integration
They say that the Negroes, they have a plan
To impose douglarisation
So they start to lock their women indoors
And searching all their cupboards and then their 'drawers'
Is alright to mix with Chinese or white
But too much of black blood does make you blight
So if the colour of your skin make you a reject
Then it is clear that none of we ent arrive as yet.

Don't tell me 'bout the raping of woman and the exploitation
'Cause as man, it does get me vex
To hear 'bout planters and masters
And how we grandmothers were abused
When they wanted sex
Once we building a region
Dem things shouldn't matter again
But if you want my opinion
No bones, let me tell you plain.
Our women are always said to be
Our very most precious commodity
But when tourism not doing well
Is the women, the West Indian men does sell
Every little island has its sea and sand
So them tourist could get a lovely tan
But when a cruise ship land on we shores
The first thing the men ask,
"Where are the whores?"
I think that it's high time we take a stand
When I say 'take a stand', don't misunderstand
Once the women have a 'For Sale' sign on their neck
Then it is clear that none of we ent arrive as yet.

For the dependent people who can't see that independence cannot come independently

Don't tell me bout no slaveship and bondage and no Middle Passage
'Cause as man, I know my history
How the white French and Spanish and then the British
Exploit us since slavery
Once we building a region them things shouldn't matter again
But if you want my opinion, no bones, let me tell you plain
Our history will teach us that Haitians fought the French for their liberation
But now the blacks in their own army forcing them to turn refugee
And over in Jamaica they'll criticise apartheid in South Africa
Yet they does shoot down one another
For two white men named Manley and Seaga
Stalin should stop begging oppressors
Bush and Reagan could never be our saviours
If we could only shake ourselves from their grasp
Is only then that all of we will arrive at last.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull


Thank you, Watchman!

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare