These Streets

Yuh know, I can still rememba when it was just mi and yuh
Suddenly, it turn yuh and yuh crew
Fi get everyting bout yuh boo

I wish yuh woulda treat mi like yuh glock
I woulda love it if yuh keep mi pon cock
I wish yuh woulda treat mi like a Yatch
Keep mi wet while de waves dem a rock
Why yuh cyann stay pon mi like di corna?
And keep yuh lips pon mi like yuh marijuana
I woulda love it if yuh treat mi like yuh club
Stay up inna mi whole night just a bump and grind and rub up


Yuh don't understand
What your woman needs from her man
While yuh deh pan de street all de time
Just bear dis in mind, bwoy


These streets don't love yuh like I do (Yuh need fi know dat)
Yuh wanna keep yuh woman lovin yuh (Then yuh need fi show dat)
The love wi ah fi tek so much effort fi build (Yuh about fi blow dat)
But just like a played out Jersey, yuh about fi get throwback


I wish yuh woulda treat mi like a house
Mi know yuh nah leggo dat when yuh bounce
yuh shoulda dey home a knock boots like yuh Tims
Need fi act older dan de size a yuh rims
I wish yuh woulda stay pon mi like yuh phone man
And neva leave di house widout mi like yuh chrome man
Bwoy, I wish yuh woulda treat mi like yuh whips
Yuh girls a perfect ten but yuh Benz dem a only a five and a six


Yuh don't understand
What your woman needs from her man
While yuh deh pan de street all de time
Just bear dis in mindddd


These streets don't love yuh like I do (Yuh need fi know dat)
Yuh wanna keep yuh woman lovin yuh (Then yuh need fi show dat)
The love wi have well it tek so much effort fi build (Yuh about fi blow dat)
But just like a played out Jersey, yuh about fi get throwback


Now de feds have dem case, weh you deh in the pound
Mi a look fi a familiar face, mi nuh see none around
When yuh call mi collect and gimme errands fi do
Mi nuh see no hot gyal, mi nuh see none a yuh crew
Government cease everyting, dat gees, everyting
And anoda ball a done tek ova di spot
A run trees everything, got keys, everyting
And 10 calls ah month is all yuh got saying


Now yuh understand
What I was tryin to seh to my man
While yuh didn't depan di grind
Yuh shoulda bear dis in mind


See di streets, dem nuh give a damn (Bang-geh-deh-leh-bang)
A just di place whe yo pay deh pan (Yuh need fi know dat)
You di love wid di corna
Yuh cyan see mi neva wanna (Den yuh need need fi show dat)


love this song so much

Tanya Steven's "its a pity"

It's a pity, you already have a wife
And mi done have a man inna mi life's
Rudebwoy it is a pity.
I say it is a pity
You already have yuh wife
And mi have a one man inna mi life
It is a pity.
I woulda like one a dese mornings to wake up and find
Your face on a pillow lying right next to mine
I woulda cut out de partying, the smoking and the rum
And buss a extra wine and mek we see de passion.
Well everytime mi fantasize, mi see your lips mi see your eyes
Yuh trigger finger do sometings dat lef the rude gyal hypnotize
For you its just a ting, just anodda little fling
But for mi this is heaven, and de angel dem a sing




So buck yuh up inna public and kian' even touch yuh
Freely fuck mi up because mi check fi yuh so much
De respec' whey mi have fi yuh woman, fi yuh kids
Believe mi rudebwoy, mi press nuh matey dis
Who knows maybe one day the world will be evolved enough
We'll share yuh inna civilized manner between the two of us
But until then, I woulda love see yu again
Mi know we haffi play it by the stupid rules of men.

Obiwon on "Oyinye"

what must a girl do to get a song written in her name?
does she have to break a man's heart first because i'm sure i've done that enough times to at least deserve ONE mothafuckin song!
or maybe its just the men i've been choosing...
i guess i have to find a man with a milky voice and poetic soul, make him fall totally madly deeply in love with me, and then leave him... preferably after an argument that'll hopefully lead to me getting out of his car and walking away.
but wait oh, i'd prefer it to be in MY car so that HE'll be the one to tek a walk... lawd knows divas dont trek! i've got a reputation to protect!
i'm well on my way to getting meself a song!
instead of "Oyinye", it'll go "MadSoulllllll"
i can hear it already!
ahhhhh.........

Lovin Kween

cause i no fit hold your handi oh
i no fit tie your leg
i no fit pluck your eyesi oh
e no mek sense abeg
if today i loose you
den no mek you for me
if i suppose to have you nobody fit tek you from me

Happiness

Happiness... if only you knew.
Frowning, wondering when the bills will be paid; Bitching cursing in his name; Angry fucking up dem lungs... bitch is you out your mind?
If you ain happy with a good dick owned by a great mind and a big ol' pride to boot, what de ass will you ever be happy with?
I done seen lots'a losers. Who cry really for nothing. And when you ask them what the issue is, they simply cant speak. They do not know what troubles them, but they know they shed tears.
How do i console you when i know you're just being an idiot.
Negro, dont you know they've got billions of ppl who couldnt feed themselves last night? Half of them couldnt lay next to their love unless they okay with packing a mat to take down a sea because out of poiverty, men women and kids who they once called family lay in tha bottom of the sea. that shit we call seas are full of graves... you dont know shit, yet you cry.
Down by those same seas fishers fish but shit they not even well enough to know that they fishing the same fishes who once had feasts off'a dead bodies or they simply dont give a fuck because serious-the-fuckin-ly, would you care if your child needed the dime to heal? and i say "dime" because relly thats all they'd make.
what you say, Negro? You dont have no car?
Oh i'm sorry. how de ass you gon get to work na?
no car, no work.
some people would never dream of a moving vehicle. All they wish for was one that dont ever have to move but to sit there so they'd at least have a roof.
you ignorant ninny! getcho ass up! wipe away dem damn tears you think i wanna hear you yowl?
My pomeranian sweats baby, but i'd never know when.Just cause shes got furs dont mean she dont sweat.
I've got issues too but this aint about issues...
this is about happiness. This is about content. This is about appreciating the better things in your life.
Happiness dont depend on your circumstances. But your outlook. So look tha fuck out dem goggles you got! You egocentric mooncalf, life aint all about you. Some ppl got it worse, and they still living! They ain thinkin bout killing themselves! and by the way; do you know what happens if you jumped a bridge?
you might be lucky enough to actually die from it. If you do, shit, ppl will mourn. Then, they'll get over you and go on with life like you never existed. Yes, another woman will fuck your dick and he'll love it, another man will screw your pussy and she'll groan him. Another man will father your child, another woman will mother your baby. You'll be gone and i hate to remind you this but life will still go on!
AND you might be unlucky enough to survive the fall but i know you wont survive it intact. You might end up being brain dead and living the rest of your life as a carrot- a celery- a mere vegetable, living off of life support but unable to communicate with your world. Is that what you want? Cuz if it is, then go right ahead, heck you'll help provide more jobs for nurses, doctors, neurologists and a few crime-scene investigators... and since you couldnt appreciate your life, they might be able to appreciate it for you. they'll get paid, you on the other hand,... well...
But happiness aint about fears! its about making the choice!
Did you get out of bed this morning? Did you take a blanket off your body? Did you see your partner, your child, did you pick the phone up? Did you see your walls still standing and were you able to pee when you got to the washroom? The laundry thats got to be done, will you have the water to do them? did you go to work?

and you, reading this, did you need a reader or translator?
we've got so much tobe happy for.
Happiness runs in a circular motion.

Happy Birthday

to my brother.
You're 23 today.
Stay blessed.

Why do you write?

i dont think i can ever stop writing. its the only thing i have going for me. its the most effective therapy i've got. And the only part of me that never changes. It remains consistent. I write to remember. I write to empower myself. I write, because it reveals myself, to me even in times when i feel like i dont know who i am. I write, because i am.
I write to free the soul that lives within.
i write for my freedom...

and if ever i stop, pls wake me up. Because such slumber can kill.