WE PASS THAT STAGE
By the Mighty Sparrow
We show disrespect and then we object
When people reject us and call us low class
Courteous words like "Thank you", "I'm sorry"
"Please" and "Would you forgive me?" which we once knew
Have now become a forgotten thing of the past.
We convict and we condemn in our minds
Our bosom pal without a trial
But this wickedness, crookedness,
Stupid and malicious guile is out of style
Can't we be constructive and try to engage
In something to alleviate this present shortage
Control the urge to damage and as a people be less savage
In this day and age, we must remember we pass that stage.
We don't hesitate to try and create
And then perpetuate fictitious impressions
Saturday night infidelity is a damn joke
We cussing, we whoring, we smoking dope
Sunday morning, we holier than the Pope.
The wanton consumption of alcohol
Just to get drunk and peddle in junk
With the asinine presumption
That man should treat woman like skunk
Now that's pure bunk
Why can't we forget about riot and scrimmage
Ignore the old talk and gossip in the village
Cease the damn wastage, stop going on the rampage
In this day and age, remember we pass that stage.
When we criticise, we tend to over dramatise
Thereby exercising ignorance and folly
The mistakes that were made by the older heads
If we doh benefit from them, we go beg we bread
Crapaud smoke we pipe if we are continuously misled.
We contend certain public servants are disgustingly lazy, openly
Yet we have no praise for the hard-working ones we see, no siree
As a result of the wars we incessantly wage on our elders and teachers
They just can't manage this perpetual sufferage
You don't have to go to college in this day and age
To know that we pass that stage.
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, Mighty Sparrow.
"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!