Jul 07, 2007 02:00
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say:
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read" (?)
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a liiv an bambaie - it dread
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning,
Earthquake and thunder, I say, what ?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it dread
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophecied and said:
"As I have passed through this gate
No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it dread
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it bitter, bitter, bitter
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - a man a go feel it
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - you better do right--"Two Sevens Clash" by the reggae band Culture, circa 1977
The site where I found this lyric translates the refrain line "Wat a liiv an bambaie" as "What will be left for you?"--whatever was going to happen would be so horribly bad ("bloodshed and botheration") that you'd be lucky if you made it out with your skin intact.
FP (who doesn't expect the July fireworks to be over, by a long shot)
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