Years Gone

I know this place!

Did you ever get that feeling?

As though you have been here before?

As though you have smelt this very air?

Yes!! That’s what I feel

Even as a child, as you were a child

I’ve had dreams, like you’ve had dreams

Playfully building houses, playfully getting married

Playfully police and thief, playfully hairdressers and skippers

But as much as you played

You knew that life wouldn’t be that easy

You’d see the sweat of whoever’s left as your guardian

Our young eyes would behold frustration at its best

Daily fights in the neighbors’ yard

Some even in your own

Shared with “you hear wha happen to duh one?”

Yess!! Like mine, your hears were cocked too

But never mind that

The point is this!! matty deh live wit matty in togetherness

No strife making, no back stabbing

But good ol’ community loving

So ol’ ya be now!

Some ah you mek pickney

The world is different to you in age

Racism has torn the pages of the past

Ask yourself this…

Ah who mek so? Ah who mek so?

Ah who colour de pickney eye?

From generation to generation the baton pass on

We thought it was a baton, instead it was a pack of crayons

Consisting of colours, shred in two

One stick for me, one stick for you

(Sniffing) I don’t know this place?

Did you ever get that feeling?

Where you know, that you know it’s wrong?

Yes!! That’s what I feel