somehow it all makes sense
it just is. naturally.
we are remnants of slavery
living in a caribbean paradise
we eat sugar apple or sweetsop
guineps, mangoes, and guavas
sugar cakes, tarts and gizzadas
festival and escoveitch
we drink rum punch, red stripe
ginger beer, sorrel, coconut water
and maybe even some peanut punch
while sailing on the jolly roger
oh yeah, tonight's gonna be a good night
see you at the sound clash dance hall queen
stop. feel the bassline
whine and go dung.
we jam dominoes at the small table
nestled under the flamboyant trees
then snorkle in turquoise waters
amongst tropical fishes and coral reefs
we celebrate slave uprisings,
old year's day, crop over, and carnival
grounation, chant to nyabinghi drums
greet kings and queens in 9 miles
we are a diverse people
who reason in exotic accents
or patois. and somehow, naturally
it all makes perfect sense. seen?