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Yah man… Tune in…
Skank inna yard,
Guitar strum hard.
Kingston street,
Riffs that meet.
Skanking guitar,
Run di bar.
Strings alive,
Vibes arrive.
Chop and slide,
Feel the tide.
Roots and soul,
Rock ‘n’ roll.
Skanking guitar,
Run di bar.
Strings alive,
Vibes arrive.
From ska to dub,
No need club.
Just one chord,
Feel the sword.
Skank, skank,
No need prank.
Guitarline deep,
Wake di sleep.
Yah…
Dem call it skanking guitar,
‘Cause it dance wid pride,
It speak wid soul,
It bounce like fire pon di open field.
Not just sound,
It’s passion,
It’s history,
It’s heartbeat of di people,
Of struggle, of joy,
Of freedom inna every string.
So next time you feel dat twang,
Dat rhythm inna di night...
Know say...
It’s more than music —
It’s a story.