Oh dougla

Like a shaded river
Bamboo cathedrals
Protect your ground
One hiding the other
Like blended bush
From the banks of a river
I sip slowly
Blowing you to a cool
Like my bowl of callaloo

sida - working title

after the fall
when bones like branches
say goodbye
as leaving begins
the fading life we shared
remember me as nothing

one november

de mas is scared

de masses scared

we playin fraid

we plain fraid

the more i says

more scared i is

more says im scared

till i learn

something hiding here

between these words

is a message

im not sure

but im hoping so

get it

it will make sense

one november

like this one

it make sense to say this

no need to be afraid

they not suppose to raid de mas

the masquerade

the masses should behave again

come ash wednesday

this year we did learn bout de wife

she is to fraid too

who to believe boy

is really security she was protecting

and wha bout he

he did fraid to say anything too

me now i did fraid too

cause the mas is sacred

and see

the masses scared

or we playin fraid

they gettin on too slack

them eh not me

i too fraid

i fraid too

play a big mas man

doh be fraid

nah yuh ha to pay before november

oh you cyah do dat

doh fraid

it go still happen

cause de mas sacred too

was amazing grace

was playin de mornin

yuh sister was makin

and how great thou art

when miss mary heart

did get he ears cut off

she one good son

all she did love

under sun right dey

by green corner

pooyan pull

and de ears

well de ears did fall off

lei and powder

smelling up de place

now mixing with blood

in de sacred space

but none ah dat nex year

we could say in november

and even if it happen

who go remember

how we did start off scared

one november