To All the People

When I came to Jamaica, I was in a resort
Busted by the police, I ended up in Freeport
They locked me up and done stole my weed
Now I eat porridge that looks like horse feed

Hear me out, hear my cry
I pleaded guilty, I told no lie
Here we are all locked up
No where to go that’s messed up
Being here is a lesson to be learned
You can guarantee I won’t return


Published in: on August 8, 2007 at 11:28 pm  Leave a Comment  

A Message from the Heart

Why should an individual make the same mistakes as others? Is it because we are not using up our aptitude to face life and its problems? Behind all of this, we’re all imperfect as a people.

There are individuals in the prisons, some of whom are innocent, and the others guilty. However, many of the guilty ones want to make a positive change in spite of all the things they have done to humanity and society, but how can we repair all those pain, grief, and losses we had caused when we’re not getting the opportunity to do so? On the other hand, there are some individuals who think that we should not be forgiven. So if we have to suffer the consequences, then what about those individuals who are innocent and unfortunately get caught in the system?


Published in: on August 3, 2007 at 8:10 pm  Comments (1)  

I’m Laughing

These words may lack coherence, because I’m laughing while I write
Laughing at the silly folks who celebrate my plight
Laughing at their claim that I can now no longer bite
Laughing as God forgave me cause I was broken and contrite.

Laughing at politicians who make promises galore
Laughing at voters opening silly ears to hear more.
Laughing while they rid uptown of every street whore,
They prostitute our resources through the door.

Laughing at our prisons where they don’t rehabilitate
Laughing at the warders with their big guns at the gate
Laughing at them trying to entice our visiting wives on a date
Laughing, as some will never find themselves until its too late


Published in: on August 2, 2007 at 5:16 pm  Leave a Comment  

This is Thought

This is thought.

If I could sing I would sing my troubles away, but the thing is, I can’t, so I write because I got to let people know where God has brought me from, whichever way I do it.

Why me? Everyday I ask God why me, then I remember these words: “should Christ carry the cross and the whole world go free” so I STOP wallowing in self pity/ questioning God.


Take Off Your Masks

For some of us, it is you who make us unhappy with ourselves and our achievement. You think we need another partner because yours is not good enough. You think we need more expensive clothes because yours is too old and boring. We are ashamed of your job and who you are.

We are ashamed of how you are running the country, why don’t you take off your masks and see that what you are doing is wrong. We have a big problem in this country with crime and violence and it will not stop if you don’t take off your masks and open your eyes and see that the country is going down, please open your eyes please.


Published in: on July 25, 2007 at 9:35 pm  Leave a Comment