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
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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