Pious, Poor but Proud [Song]

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PIOUS, POOR BUT PROUD
By Cro Cro

Poor, pious but very proud.

So many years you take to build up your name
Now, to prostitute the art form you ent have shame
Kaiso was born to protest on the plantation
So who is you to suppress the kaisonian?
When I hear your comments, brother, I get weak
You in particular, you cannot speak
But you so dense, dumb, daft, deceitful and slack
Is why they give you that baptism in Skinner Park.

You see they give me big money if for them I should sing
They give me keys for a Vigo and a piece of land up in St. Madeleine
But I take mih phone, I call God. I say, Jesus, hear whey going on
These people and them want me to prostitute the art form
And then I tell Moonilal flat, I say, Moonilal, I not doing that
Five years I in the doldrums taking mih blows
I ent licking dem thing like Sugar Aloes
I tell Lincoln Douglas plain. I say, Lincoln, I go take the strain.
I here in the doldrums taking mih blows
I ent licking nothing like Sugar Aloes.

Sat Maharaj put he own self in trouble
He disrespected the pan people
All GB and ------ redoing the song
Is to tell Sat Maharaj, well, you damn well wrong
But it's amazing how people does change
Since he sing "She is royal" the boy rearrange
He used to be a good --------- here in the land
But now he is ---------/kaisonian.

I say they give me big money if for them I should sing
They give me keys for a Vigo and a lot of land up in St. Madeleine
So I take mih phone, I call God. I say, Jesus hear what happen to me
They want me to sing for them so they offer me a bag of money
And then I tell Moonilal flat, I say, Moonilal, I not doing that
Three years I in the doldrums taking mih blows
I ent sucking nothing like Sugar Aloes
I tell Lincoln Douglas plain. I say, Lincoln, I go take mih strain
Me ent have money to buy soap to wash mih clothes
But I not prostituting like Sugar Aloes.

Sit back, relax and listen my friends
And remember the good days of PNM
It didn't have discrimination, it didn't have hate
Everybody used to get something on their plate
They used to keep pan, Phagwa, kaiso and chutney
Joan Yuille used to give Sat  Maharaj and all money
But these people today so vindictive and bad
The worst government to pass through Trinidad.

You see they give me big money if for them I should sing
They give me keys for a Vigo and a lot of land up in St. Madeleine
So I take mih phone, I call God. I say, Jesus, please hear what I say
These people and them ------ to mash me up today
And then I tell Moonilal flat, I say Moonilal, -------- not doing that
Five years I in the doldrums taking mih blows
I ent licking nothing like Sugar Aloes
I tell Lincoln Douglas plain. I say, Lincoln, I go take mih strain
Me ent have money to buy soap to wash mih clothes
But I not compromising like Sugar Aloes.

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, Cro Cro.

"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