"Keep It Up Corpie (21)" by Anthony Leonard Pierre
Song taken from the album "Tradeswoman" - Cd: (5/1/2014)
Vocal performance by Anthony Leonard Pierre
Music by Obeah Akkompong band
"Keep It Up Corpie (21)" - Song lyrics (translator):
Keep it up
corpie
keep it up
babylon~bwoy - missa pol~ice guy
use the guns
to send another Man - down
to the crypts of severity
for the shit~stem’s sake
another One - GUNNED - down
to the grounds of oppression
the cause of dominant’s psychotic fear
to gain blood-money and
a systematic control of an aspiring Race-caste
what ... (a hypocrisy.)2x
it’s a thin line
when the squeeze of a trigger
is one’s faith …
Yuh use dem guns
of propaganda and soft-tissue effective
weapons of destruction
pon We de’Captive Innocent - why
to keep Us in constitutional pace
in a confined zoned place
offering solace to the trepidatious state
of a system’s hate
as Melanin is accused for
population zero’s eventuality
what ... (a disgrace.)2x
corpie … actions teck wey potential
an’ drains de’well
so~so bawlin’
wid hands pon tie-heads…
Yuh don’t even aim
as to I an’I’s Life your obdurateness
has become callous
fire one - fire two
M16, AK47 an’ various handguns
BARK~ING - DRINK~ING
the splatter of HUMAN - BLOOD
another Life
untimely plundered - away
what’a raass~klaat
another Martyr GONE - TO - WASTE
down, down … down de’cracks of society
what ... (a shame.)2x
from Jamaica to South Afrika
Haiti to Nigeria
Killsome cities over-run
with the poverty of fear
the poverty of fear …
Look around
what yuh si?
de’Women uneasy
They ‘ave a HATE fe yuh
They’re living apprehensively
as Mothers and Fathers
Dem gone forcibly tu’n
becoming ‘HARD’
and insensitively lonely
losing Her femininity
to raise a Boy Pickney
to be A MAN in the city
no-one
to help in the care of de’Fam’ly
nu’man giving
to share in the sensuality of passion
She needs an’ is used to
oh Mommy’s Face is stained with frown - causing
for the Young Ones She is no fun to be around
and Grandma has lost count of the days
Her lovin’ Man will be found
what ... (why the paradox.)2x
unconscionable the killing
missa officer - Black officers
yuh killing is a damn disgrace …
Feelin’ - touchin’
carin’ - lovin’
She opens up
but to Her - Self vibrations
suh She starts livin’ selfishly - in
the hysterectomy of man’s corporeal feelings
aged to lonesomeness of inactiveness
Her thyroids growing a stress
trustin’ no - ‘BODY’
Her ‘Home’ then
has become a ghost town
AN’ SHE REFUSES TO LEAVE, ‘cause
the Spirits of Her MEN
are buried there
babylon~bwoy - as you have gone pass callous
to exploitation of your kind
one day - one fine day ... a ‘shot’
‘IT’S’ going to find you
unearth the skeletons of your closet
what ... (note the vindictiveness.)2x
it’s a thin line
when the squeeze of a trigger
is one’s faith …
Corpie - babylon~bwoy
while/why yuh goin’ ‘round
trigger-happy
hiding behind
the false shields
of this shit~stem
failing to fill
de’cracks of society
CORPIE - dutty babylon~bwoy
de’Pickneys dey si yu’r actions and
the “Earth” is drenched
with the blood
of YOUR ... for hired labour
so~o~o ... no respect
Yout’s an’ de’Akkompong ‘ave fe yuh
it’s suicidal when the gall of your blood
stains hungry teeth - suh
rest assured - SWEET
will be the revenge
on YOUR DEEDS
what ... (an admonishment.)2x
it’s a global disgrace
that concerns the Black Race
self-hatredness pears
I anI’s faith …
The Women - in tie-‘eads
a-drenched in the stress of depression
They worry at nights
instead of sleep
Dem’a listen fe de’cry
a’Dem Lovers an’ Babies
babylon shit~stem shootin’ at Dem
target practice to instill a submission
in the a-damned streets ...
She’s up to the morning drew
but instead of plantain, callaloo or porridge
Her un-rested Feet navigates the scenes of
“What’s-up?” an’ “What’s-going -on?”
as the un-kissed lips flatter
“Did you see ..?” or “Have you heard from ..?”
these the rhythms that curse Our bloodline
babylon~bwoy - as your family burps on left-overs
did any say a prayer for the Life
your un-holstered bullets will take
what ... (a humiliation.)2x
corpie … actions teck wey potential
an’ drains de’well
so~so bawlin’
wid hands pon heads - tie-heads …
DUTTY BABYLON~BWOY!
instead of being suited
a corner stone of reliance
in the society
you have become
a HINDRANCE
your actions
make Life uneasy
yuh can bet yuh life
pon dis dough
SWEET will the revenge
of your life be
babylon~bwoy - one day
one fine day ... a ‘shot’
‘IT’S’ going to find you - find, find you
rest assured
a shot of despair - a shot of anger
a shot of loneliness - a shot of WHY
‘IT’S’ going to find ...
BOW -- yuh dutty blood~klaat yuh
mis’ta babylon - you are left alone
as silence from the president
the black president
goes BOTH ways
the wrath of the Women - scopes you
Their attitude boils in malice against
the characterizations of you.
what ... (a reprimand.)2x
from Jamaica to South Afrika
Haiti to Nigeria
Killsome cities over-run
with (the poverty of fear)2x …
Corpie - dutty babylon~bwoy
in your orders of ranks
it’s a psychological - sub-conscious blasphemy
to be dealt so
by one of your own
Black self-hate is a disgrace
it’s a blood~klaat cryin’ shame
Black’s hands are stained
with the noose’s blood dripping fear
as the recidivism
is NEVER blessed by forgiveness
a Grand Mother has wasted away Her juices
refusing to leave - these the cracks
that homed where Her man’s Soul seeps
another Martyr GONE - TO - WASTE
down, down … down de’cracks of society
rest assured - SWEET
will be the revenge
on YOUR DEEDS
what ... (a’ raass~klaat.)2x
unconscionable the killing
missa officer - Black officers
yuh killing is a damn disgrace …
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