Nothing come Easy [song]

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NOTHING COME EASY
By Black Stalin

You get up one morning, your elders have something
You don't know how they get it but you want to use it
But if you ask dem old people, to get their thing, what they went through
Ask them this any day and them elders sure to say.

Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
Make up yuh mind to work ten times harder to get something because of your colour
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
People rob you, humiliate you, turn 'round and whip you, and then they free you
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get yuh little something, with a hawk eye, friends, look yuh marking
Because you done know already, black man doh get nothing easy.

You get up one morning and oil money running
How it come, you don't know, yuh doh care how the thing go
But if you read about Uriah, you go find out 'bout the pressure
How they catch so much old hell to get a penny from TLL.

Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to take up your own cash money, pay people for your own refinery
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
Make up yuh mind to be a magician to make money out of scrap iron
Back man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get yuh little something, with a dragon eye yuh keep marking
Because I done tell yuh already, black man doh get nothing easy.

You get up one morning, Independence happening
You think the thing come easy, you start taking liberty
But if you know 'bout petition we had to send to England
For some woman to tell we, we in this colony free.

Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to go to conference in London to get Independence in yuh own land
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
People enslave you, and then they whip you, turn 'round and sell you, and then they free you
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get a little something, with a dragon eye you keep marking
Because you done know this already, black man doh get nothing easy.

So when a black man have something, he got to start thinking
To get it ent easy, he got to practice economy
From getting licks from the slave master to become the landowner
Is a terrible journey ------ with plenty brutality.

Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to make up yuh mind that you able to get up early and jam with the Devil
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to make up yuh mind that yuh ready to swim ---- and rock your boat steady
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get yuh little something, with a hawk eye you better keep watching
Because I done tell yuh already, black man doh get nothing easy.

Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to go to conference in England to get Independence in yuh own land
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
Make up yuh mind, brother, that you able to get up early and fight down the Devil
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
People rob you, humiliate you, turn 'round and beat you, turn 'round and lash
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to stand up, you got to fight...

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, Black Stalin.  

"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