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Mutabaruka( Allan Hope )
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People's Court, Part 2
Order, now my court is in session Will you please stand First allow me to indroduce myself My name is judge 'betta mus com' Some people call me Judge 1000 years I am from Afrika I com to try all you politicians For sellin' out black people.
In my court, only me talk 'Cause I am vex, Dis is de people's court What do you have here today
Well your honour We have defendants Senator Sanky Singh and Senator Change Mimind Also here is Mr. Religious Belief But I think we shall deal with The senators today, At a later date we will deal with Mr. Religious Belief.
Alright, alright Politician Singh and Politician Change Mimind You are brought here For tricking black people, By promising dem Good livin' every five years You have been sellin' out black People to foreigners.
Your honour
Hush up a not finish yet Wat u want to do, Promise me to? I see de rich gettin' richer An' de poor dyin
Your honour, Fundamentally, If I may say something At dis point in time.
Shut up. This is the people's court and A not allowing any Politrikin' here If you disturb me again I will Give you 1000 years For contempt of court. You are also charged for Chargin' de people too much taxes Because of your mismanagement Spendin' money Then taxing the people for it. You keep borrowing money From the I.M.f. and the world bank In the people's name Continuing de oppression of black people By the same colonialist Why you can't learn Now so called third world country Has been able to break loose From these money hogs You have black people In a vicious cycle.
If it wasn't for me, Black people in this country Would still be worshippin' The statue of liberty.
Well tell me how come you Change your mind now.
Shut up. What you trying to do? Confuse the court. I am giving you both 1000 years On the first account. From 1938 until now You have been dividing black people Your promisin' de people Right back into slavery Now de only thing you have Been truthful about is your thing About 'out of many one'
Your honour, That was taken from my uncle Sam
Yes, cause only one people A clean de street One people a eat out a garbage heap One people to cut sugar cane One people ina sun an rain One people a toil An' one people a collect de coil Speakin' of uncle Sam I shall also charge you for given Rise to crack and cocaine In dis country By killin' off the ganja plant That use to help to Balance our foreign exchange deficit I am givin' you 1000 years For the crimes of Anthony Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Girlie girlie godfather don An Mr. Crack Stone
But your honour
Judge: You should be hanged But I shall be lenient And give you both 1000 years. I have been noticing that In your airports Only out going passengers Are caught with drugs But neva a tourist, Yet we don't grow cocaine here But it still getting more and more common.
Singh & Mimind: But the tourist business is Vital to our national economy
Vital, vital to who Wid u all exclusive hotels Tourists will soon think Negril is a next island by itself You claim that the poor Can't teck no more But you not givin' them anything A see more Benz than lada And hear that a car that Cost $20, 000 in Miami Cost $800, 000 here. Wat you do wid all that Extra money at customs You keep talkin' 'bout tourist harrasment, Jamaicans are harrassed daily in foreign Every day dem talkin' 'bout Jamaican posse
Your honour, As you can plainly see, When I was in power Things was goin' to get right, I had all de white people Wid money on my side All the brown people Was starting to feel like Dem was livin' in Miami
But what about de black people?
Well a was just gettin' Around to them When a loss de elections your honour
That is no excuse your honour Before Him, Black people was gettin' very self sufficient Brown people was startin' to acquire houses in Miami
That is because dem was runnin' away your honour
White people started to seh I and I and irie
Your honour, If it wasn't for him and his black ideology We would reach much further.
Your honour, Him neva have poor people in mind, That is why wi havin' so much trouble now
Your honour, Is him change, not me
Your honour, Him have a party of gangs, Him sey suh imself.
Shut up. I see no difference between both of you. You both following the same thing Yhat has been and still is Keepin' down black people.
When you not in power your honour, It is easy to say dis and that. But when you have power Is a different sanky You have to sing.
I am givin' you both another 1000 years. Nun of you have the solution To black people problem A suggest you read The philosphy and opinions Of marcus garvey. Study em carefully, Then I might just grant onu pardon And another thing, Before onnu begin onnu sentence, Both of you visit the arcade And see how poor women Run business from nothin'. Let the domestic helpers Show you how to use $130 To feed a family of six for one week. Now take them away.
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