1. People see me living here again, and some have told my face
“You had the opportunity to stay out of a community, what brings you back to this place?”
Sometimes I don’t take on the gyaff, I smile and walk away
But if I’m feeling good and the sun is shining bright, I’ll stop and say politely
“Marriage curry expands two ballerinas. Buddy Bo, Ah come back fuh dat
“Good friend in Buxton, I metagee, oh yeah ah come back fuh dat.”
But man ah just saw me up in Mahaicony, putting some hard lash on a donkey
I can’t believe the shouts that come out of my mouth, like ah hear the splat,
splat, splat
Ah say to the man, “Look, Mister Mahaicony, ah he didn’t come back fuh dat.”
Also no doubt, a GPL blackout
Ah didn’t come back fuh dat.
One minister says the oil contract is fine, another says no way
One expert says yes to an oil refinery, another says no at all, not him
The contradictions I hear, I have to say “What? ah didn’t come back fuh dat!
All of this lives in my brain, it’s stressful. Ah talk me flat story
Dis garbage around, countryside and in town ah didn’t come back fuh dat.
2. I was getting along, setting up a batchie for me, a place to sleep and hang my hat,
But I went into a house in Albouystown and in the middle of the day … a rat
Look brother brother, Ah tells you flat out, ah didn’t come back fuh dat.
The junk we see, yes in Main Street, and even on the barrage
New motor car, junk from the window, broad daylight, it’s a mekkin yuh bawl
Litter and junk may be fine fuh rat, but fuh dis man country is not
Just so by the way, the mess landing flat? What the hell is wrong with this country?
Well, don’t fight yourself, just wear a tie, jacket and felt hat
Stop the fella coming out of his house, say “Good morning”, in a nice way
Point to the man, spread the junk in his hand, and tell him “How are you today?”
Remember, keep your voice down, be polite at all times, smile and even tip your felt hat
Point to the junk, he came out dumping and said “Ah didn’t come back here fuh dat.”
So even though I may be grasping, I stay in the store, as the Trinis say is still stressful.
But if the nonsense doesn’t stop, ah speak plainly, yuh boy migrate again.
I hate to complain but this thing is stressful
The aggravation runs deep
And if I have to go I let you know
I’ll sell some things in a heap
I have three new guitars and a motor car
And I might have to sell them cheaply
So if you see Joe Blow or anyone
Driving my Camry van recklessly
Or some young musician, Dave’s guitar in hand
Gyrating in someone’s band
I am down on my knees, and tell you flat out
No, ah didn’t come back for that.