Posetev Is How Mi Live

The rasta emerges from deh bush
shakes dem dreads and walks
past you
barefoot on the the brown clay.
The children play
barefoot too
running on cobblestone pink roofs
take in the sea breeze
sweet and salt
pick a hibiscus hold it close to yo mout.
drink some ginger root
join da calypso tracks
and sway yo back.
"we goin down ta Sunny Isle mehson
to chill dem sum time
yall wanna come?"
"Chupps"...grab ya some ice and sum wada ids hot
en dis herr sun
mehson.
Wer yo walk down dem tick road
let dem worrys die.
it had been no fun
anyways
driven in daht high life.
Ima walk
barefoot
where mi fada grew.
down in dah bush
St. Croix wit mi crew