No Sir - The Kingston Beat
No Sir
Abey Wakes from his nap
With Violence in his mind
A rock in his hand and hate in his eyes
He grabe his teather shoes, rolls a joint or two
He takes a walk, strolling down the block
Kicking rocks to think things through
Step by step his mind wanders all day
Just like the dogs he sees, they all go wandering stray
THE KINGSTON ROCK
AS TRENCHTOWN ROTS
The sun shines so bright
It showers him with light
His dragging feet take miles to move
And the day turns to night
He takes his time and slowly gets to his tree
He sits down and leans back and says to met
NOW WILL TAKE FROM THE FRUIT
BUT HE WON'T WATER THE ROOT