Suffering

You think a little bit a suffer Tanty suffer?

You think a little bit a' pressure she under?

Is plenty!

You think a little bit a' pressure Tanty under?

Is not a little bit of hunger she suffer

Is plenty!

Well, Tanty bound to suffer

Is like she bound to suffer

She have no land, no lumber

Is only cockroach and thunder

Then picture this picture

Is only cess pit or river

Is either duck bone or dog rice

She give she life to sacrifice

cnd every mouth want feeding

cnd Tanty sit down veranda

She see the village how it changing

She never touch computer

Old dirt, nasty dirt

Worthless dirt, earthless hurt

Plenty dirt, bogus dirt

Dirt remaining since 1970

Since cuntie dream of secretarial work

Get put on hold for matrimony

cs if that were the pinnacle

cs if air-condition office

cn' shorthand proficiency

Could beat back poverty

In that colony

Either that, either that

Or escape to New York

Skyscrape colony

You make tall money

You work five job and you weary

But eventually, you end up

Right back up on that hill

With your kin and family

Is perpetual slavery

In this colony

When you born in poverty

Your house does fall down easily

Tanty, raise your hand but your hand can't raise

That palm crimp and can't raise to groom it

So cut it

Speak your tongue but your tongue can't use

Is only wind the throat pumping - pumping

Beat your heart but the drum skin slack

c-c, is only a Malta Carib the woman drink

So in the middle of the dance

They had to stop the music

cnd call for the ambulance

cnd when the mark bust

Is a blood vessel burst

In cuntie good head

Listen to the river but the river can't run

Somebody say, "The river dry, but is still a river"

Yes, and is years now, cuntie waiting

To open she mouth

To sing

You think a little bit a suffer she suffer?

Not a little bit a' pressure them under?

Is plenty!

You think a little bit a' pressure Tanty under?

Is not a little bit of suffer she suffer

Is plenty!