Poverty Is Hell [Song]

Uploaded by charsukaifan
POVERTY IS HELL
By Shadow

Poverty is hell and the angels are in Paradise
Driving in their limousine where everything is nice and clean
A poor man living in a teeny-weeny hut
The children hungry, nothing in the pot
He gone by the neighbour to beg for some rice
The neighbour under pressure, "Boy, things ent nice."
He gone in the big shot area to beg
A police put a bullet in his peeny-weeny leg
He gone in the courts and he lost the case
The prosecutor say he have a bandit face.

Poverty is hell. Poverty is hell.

Wake up in the morning and the baby cry
The sugar pan empty, the milk bottle dry
The little boy climb on the mango tree
The mango green, hurting up his belly
The young girl bawling, she wouldnt’ settle
She wipe she bumsee with stinging nettle
Toilet paper they never had
They used to tootoo in the gully by the old backyard
They rub she down and they put she to sleep
The rain come down and the house start leak.

Poverty is hell! Poverty is hell!

A poor man always dream a lot of dream
He happy like a puppy when he dream another dream
He dream that he have a new roof on the hut
He dream that he have some good food in the pot
He dream that he have a rich friend name Frank
He dream that he have a lot of cash in the bank
He dream that he pay all his bills for the month
He dream that he have a new car in the front
He dream that he have to go to a fete
He dream that his pocket have a big, fat wallet
He wake up in the night and he rush for his pants
All he found in the pocket was a whole lot of ants.

Poverty is hell! Poverty is hell!

Ten little children, four dumpling
Mummy got to slice them thin, thin, thin
A piece for a boy and a piece for a girl
A piece for the neighbour daughter, Merle
The cat in the corner looking to beg
Little Jack Horner , kick him in he leg
Go in the room and look for a rat
The rat in the roof, he know ‘bout cat
Now the cat see a chickychong, yeah, yeah
He rush for the chickychong
But the poor little chickychong
Flew away like a chickychong
Then cockroach gone in the condensed milk
Mama get vex for she condensed milk
Who leave the condensed milk open?
Come here you picky head, good for nothing
Mama get vex and she blood get hot
She buss some lash in they you-know-what.

Poverty is hell! Poverty is hell!

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, Shadow! This is the reality for many people who are born into poverty or who, because of circumstances, sometimes beyond their control, can find themselves struggling to survive. I think about this often and it is at the back of mind always that I should be ready to make adjustments if I should find myself in that situation. Anything could happen in this world.

"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

What Sweet In Goat Mouth [Song]

Uploaded by ScorpioPetey
WHAT SWEET IN GOAT MOUTH
Performed by Penguin (1983)

Dey send me down, like prophets of old
To cool dis town, keep it more control
Me eh get no vision and ting
Neither no big message to bring
All dey tell me in hand, as a kaisonian
Go and sing dese songs through the land.

Chorus:
Keep singing everyday, remember Mammy say
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
What keep you flying high, same ting does make you cry
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
Little bit of treasure, little bit of pleasure
So you take, and you take, and you take, and you take
Please say, What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam.

Forget who vex, and dem school girls tell
That books and sex doesn’t mix too well
Tell the youth who gone off on dope
That they are the future and hope
Tell them if dey too tight
Nothing wouldn’t go right
Is dem and the whole country blight.

Chorus:
And keep singing everyday, remember Mammy say
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
What keep you flying high, same ting does make you cry
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
Little bit of treasure, little bit of pleasure,
So you take, and you take, and you take, and you take
Please say, What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam

Dey tell me watch at the new bourgeois
Drinking scotch, travelling afar
Video and stereo like peas
Air-conditioned car, dey ‘fraid breeze
But not a plantation, so next generation
Could truly say this is my land.

Chorus:
So keep singing everyday, remember Mammy say,
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
What keep you flying high, same ting does make you cry
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
Little bit of treasure, little bit of pleasure
So you take, and you take, and you take, and you take
Please say, What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam.

And if you check, you will see is true
The ill effects of the wrongs men do
All who make women catch dey tail
All who lie and send men to jail
All who rob dey neighbour
All who rape dey daughter
Sing de chorus loud, let dem hear!

Chorus:
Keep singing everyday, remember Mammy say
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
What keep you flying high, same ting does make you cry
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam
Little bit of treasure, little bit of pleasure
So you take, and you take, and you take, and you take
Please say, What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam.
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam.
What sweet in goat mouth does sour in he bambam.

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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"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

Look Devil Dey!

By Ateebo

Take de dam tin foil from out yuh kitchen
Before yuh start pointing at smelters an bitching
“Look de devil dey!”
Take de fiery babash from out yuh mout
Before yuh start looking at drug pushers to shout
”Devil dey!”
Take de diesel fuel from out de tank
Before yuh complain how de air so rank
Like devil dey
Take de lil’ gyul breasts from out yuh mind
Before yuh start glaring at rapists to find
Another devil dey
Take yuh two vehicle from off de road
Before yuh demandin more highways to take de load
Of devils going no wey
Take an interest in yuh children school
Before yuh blame de system fuh producing fool
And devil dey
Take home de garbage yuh bring on yuh lime
Before yuh pitch it right dey to add to de slime
Of devils dey
Take yuh neighbour children from off de street
Before yuh go tellin everyone yuh meet
“Dem is devil dey”
Take de crocodile tears from out yuh eye
Before yuh shooshooing while yuh sister cry
”Is de devil to pay”
Take some time an yuh own conscience search
Before yuh tearing up priests and whatever church
To find more devils dey
Take some responsibility and change yuh behaviour
Before complaining dat dey eh have no saviour
To chase devil 'way
Take some time an read yuh history
Before yuh wrap Satan in more mystery
With he devils dey
Take yuh country in hand and yuh leaders to task
Before sayin' dey pulling the tail and wearing de mask
Of de devil dey
Take back yuh faith and de promise of Zion
Before yuh get trap in Babylon and more wrought iron
Like devils dey.

An take yuh big foot from out yuh throat
Keep quiet and doh make another note
Until yuh REALLY do all dat yuh could,
Until yuh ALWAYS do what yuh should,
Until you could finally and truly say,
“Devil? Devil wey??”

© 2006 – Ateebo
Posted with the kind permission of the author.