Kingstown

A temperature rise before we reach the gates
Suggest more than what we bargained for
The 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 outside
Ahead is a place where pleasure and pain collide

Murder can happen on the steps of colonial residence
Without even a moment's hesitance
Fact is not one somebody is even surprised
It's just another day's news
We only have ourselves to lose

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
What 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 a life in such a careless way?
What a whole heap a "buddaration" we inna today

Voices speak freely about 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, just need
Just 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

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 a life in such a careless way?
What a whole heap a "buddaration" we inna today