I rise each day

To yet another shock

From dis alarm clock culture

And I miss de sound

Of mi big red cock

As him beat him chest

And crow welcome song

To de sun

From de fowl s**t covered

Guava tree pon de hillside

And de snooze button allow me five minute more

To dream bout ackee and breadfruit

And I get up and eat a bagel

And worry bout mi love handle

Six layers a clothes

And termal drawers

And I still cold

Another bridge mean more toll

And de golden rule is

Alternate-side parking

And as de belly get fat

Many tings bout Yard dat

Used to be just a mere inconvenience

Start to look like major incompetence

Unscheduled power cut

Daily

Water lock off

Bank pon short staff cause

The morning was a little bit rainy

Few telephones

Dat's just how it is

Yet everyone know

Everyone else business

Well I live in mi building for five years now

And mi neighbours dem still don't know me

But solace come from anonymity

And every time I bite de apple

De apple swallow me

So dem force me to buy

A piece of the FBI

CIA investment pie

And dem give me a W2

Form in lieu

Of a receipt

So now I'm funding a plot

To get God shot

Or something like dat

De Korean polish him apples dem clean

And arrange dem in stacks of red, gold and green

Say him want Rasta to feel welcome

Seen?

Still I yearn for de breeze

From de Natty Bay sea

As it cool down de sweat pon me back

I long to feed dry coc'nut to mi cock

So I dilly

And I dally

And I wonder

How much longer

I can philander

Cause each time I bite de apple

It swallow a piece of me

Still it hard to love de fruit

If I never did climb de tree