Give me a reason
Why I should continue
When all seems to be lost in the mind
Feelings of despair and a waste of time
Give me a reason I say
My mind is a place
Where I can achieve what I dream
"Greatness is in the making"
Is the phrase I see
Moving onwards, achieving success
No way am I going to settle for less
Trust me, I know the road
Is rough and long
But I cannot stay here for years to come
I will move on
Reaching for the skies
With the bright lights in my eyes
Work, work, work and more work
Don't think you can bypass that
Getting riches and fame will be setback
However what you lack
Is the common sense to believe that ...
You can achieve
All the things that you dream
Even if you start from the back
Nobody's business, Hold Him Joe,
Hill an Gully Rider, Old Lady Yuh Mash Mi Toe
Touch Mi Tomato, Rukumbine
That was what dem call Di Old Time Wine.
Before di Matrix, wi use to do Limbo
You evan hear bout mi, ah mi dem call Mento
Ah mix of West African an European Roots
Come mek mi share some rights an truths
I use to greet tourists wid ah smile an ah grin
Now mi hear seh Jolly Boys ah fly guh Berlin
Mi rhumba box! Mi nevah know so far it would ah reach
Mi use to guh from hotel to airport an bar to beach
Uptown, downtown, funerals an market
Movie theaters, festivals, yuh name it mi coulda cork it
Dem try mix mi up an call mi Calypso
Kitchener, Invader and Creator mek dem know ah no suh it guh
Si in Mento, less is more.
No kick drum, no bass, an no keyboards.
Just ah likkle maraca, wood blocks, harmonica or penny whistle
Mi sidung pon mi rhumba box an melt blues like sun pon popsickle.
Ah likkle banjo, acoustic guitar, sax mek out ah bamboo
Yuh nevah hear bout Sugar Belly an di folk an mento singer dem call Miss Lou.
Mi hear dem talk bout wheel an come again.
I was the birth of Jamaican recording history in the 1950s, 78 rpm
Count Lasher, Count Owen, Lord Flea an Lord Fly
Everard Williams, Just ah few to ponder.
Even Rita Marley who was known as Girl Wonder.
Mi a di daddy fi Ska, Rock Steady, Reggae, Dancehall and Roots
Dem cyaan gimmi nuh jackit, ah mi build di suit!
I sat by the sea throwing stones at the ocean floor
Looking up at the birds and wishing I could soar
The waves were loud and came on the shore
So I got up to take a walk and explore.
The waves crashed against the stones
I heard so much noise coming from the drones
Chaos and total confusion. A shadow in the sky looms
The lightning and thunder sent my mind in a gloom.
Then suddenly the rain sprung forth anew
The skies are bright and blue
Everything is calm and peacefulSilence is golden thus making me blissful.
We never knew growing up
Would be this difficult
Our parents did it
So in their shoes
We could fill
There is nothing to lose
Until you get to the place
Where you'll have to chose
What to do?
There are a lot to be made
How can we escape?
Is filled with all kinds
You're expected to
act your age
But can we just stop
for a moment
Lets start over again
Take me back to that period
When I was only Just 10