The ideas, they are swirling in my head,

Its time, to cut, chop, dissect and use them to earn some bread.

One, two, ten and twenty

By this time tomorrow I wont remember any.

From God its a blessing,

For man it may be a curse;

But Lord, help me before me little head burst.- Poetess Denise Fyffe

Patois version

Di ideas a swirl up an dung inna me head

Is about time fi me fi chop dem up, dissec and use dem fi earn some bread;

One, two, ten an twenty

Bout dem time yah tomorrow, me nah go memba any.

From Massa Gad is a blessing

Fi man is a curse,

But Lawd, help me before mi likkle head buss.- Poetess Denise Fyffe

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