False Papers [Song]

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By Bodyguard

It easy to say, "Sat will be Sat." and try to ignore people like that
But Sat Marahaj controls a large group in society
So when he makes a definitive declaration, it carries a lot of clout
We feel he know what he talking 'bout
But time has a way of recycling the things we say
And holding them up against logic and reason
So when Sat say Indian children beating book while black children beating pan
No, cousin, is better you didn't say nothing.

'Cause recently one set of Indian people get caught with false papers, false papers
I'm yet to see one single African in the lot
And not one of them fraudsters ever face a court.

So your theory have more holes than a water can
Like is better some of dem Indian did beat a pan
When you feel they was beating more book than the African
They was fabricating degrees, defrauding the land.

Mudada did really introduce the idea that papers ent no use
He really tell we that connections is the bottom line
How you feel Reshmi jump over twenty-two people
To sit on top of the SIA as the monarch of all she survey?
And the same allegation was made about Omar Khan
Who run from T&TEC in the same manner
He was managing the Red Force cricket team
Who knows what scheme he had onstream
That liar, thank god he's no umpire.

'Cause recently one set of Indian people get caught with false papers, false papers
And it's funny, not one African in the lot
Sat Maharaj, boy, you real have me in a spot.

Because PTSC had to fire Jadoonanan
From the Deputy General Manager position
He was fired from Airports Authority beforehand
At this rate he could qualify as a fireman.

I bussing mih brain to get mih degree at COSTAATT and at Cipriani
To add more market value and to elevate myself
While these scamps knocking down governmental status
With papers that made of crepe from under some university step
So how could we stop crime when time after sorry time
People see public fraud at the highest level?
No assets seize and they don't repay
They just dust their pants and walk away from trouble
And just change their name and their title.

In T&T, one set of Indian people get caught with false papers, false papers
You count with me, not one African in the lot
According to all the media reports.

They printing degrees as if is Express, Newsday and Guardian
So Sat withdraw that stigma from African
From Birju to Ali Mohammed, they all over like Pacman
With questionable, quack qualification.

So "Boo, Sat Maharaj, boo!"
Your own Indian people contradicting you
When you feel they was beating book to get through
Some of them was cooking qualifications like fried alloo.

Doh bother to say that I on race
Such red herrings are well out of place
I'm simply putting Sat's statement on the altar of truth
For too long, so called leaders in this country
Have abused media access, causing divisiveness and unrest
If Cudjoe or Kambon should rage and say something that's off the page
You will jump up to defend your race and religion
So your poison pen I can't condone
Stop pushing that racist undertone and lies
The evidence says otherwise.

So you tell me how so much Indian people get caught with false papers, false papers?
While conversely not one African in the lot
Plenty black people study and work hard for what they got.

A good degree could stand scrutiny for decades after
But the false ones disappear like nougat sweetie paper
Like they trying to put a African inside dey caca
But they bounce dey head because Wade Mark is a dougla.

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! ..............................................................................................................................
A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Bodyguard. To answer your question, it's called division of labour and I am a bit surprised that you have not been cautioned, at least by Nizam Mohammed, that it is politically incorrect to discuss such matters in T&T. He once made the bold statement that Africanly Trinbagonians had cornered the policing profession. Well, maybe the unfortunate Indianly Trinbagonians about whom you have been singing were left with no choice but to corner the other side of the law. Just saying.

"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!