a temperature rise
before we reach the gates
suggest more than what we bargained for
a slick dark surface
with eyes that glint in the night
and curves that swerve with every shift in gear
an intense fever bawls and screams
as it burns you up from the inside
ahead is place where pleasure and pain collide
murder can happen on the steps of colonial residence
without a moments hesitance
the fact is
not one somebody is surprised
it’s just another day’s news
we only have ourselves to loose
the trials and tribulations
what a tribulation!
goes further than the relation between man and man
you see the territory is rough
and the fear
it is clear what has been done
no victories no defeat
just a burning chalice of deceit
no question of living
can be answered by begging
begin I say with the questions now emerging
why do you look ‘pon me in this fashion?
why do you stare without taking any action?
how can you throw away life in such a careless way?
what a whole heap a botheration we inna today
voices speak freely of the coming despair
that will lead to the destruction of the careless man
and leave nations impaired
according to the BROTHERS these hours are nearly upon us
is it true what you say
as you lick your tongue ‘pon honey lust?
you accept the rancid dollar without concession
because them no live ya no mean them have to take everything for free
as day becomes night
so much of our space evaporates from sight
in this ya righteous place resistance holds tight