I love my land
I eat by the sweat of my hand
the hot sun God made my body to stand
the rain and I go together like beach and sand.
Every time I see you
Or I hear you my heart skip a beat
And my mind overheats.
I'm frozen cold because the words buried in my soul can never be told.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out,
I love you because your love I can't do without.
Praise to the man who had the idea to bring KFC here, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere.
It is here to stay, as Grenadians eating chicken night and day. Don't talk about when they get pay.
The line stretching right out to the door, they can't get enough they want more. They say the chicken is finger licking, the smell have your mouth dribbling.
The only restaurant that ain't struggling. Don't talk about Christmas, Public Holidays, Big Shows, Sports and Carnival, Chicken flying like hot bread and butter in the air, not even a left over piece anywhere.
Circumstances can change a man,
Circumstances make him turn into a woman.
Circumstances can make her not understand;
Why must man be so wicked and unkind?
Why do they pretend and try to deceive your mind?
Create in me a clean heart O God they pray, they rubbing you the other way. Judge not and ye will not be judged.
Love is not what you see,
Love is what's within,
Love is not in looks,
Love is not written in books.
To my father who didn't dropp his sperm,
And run off like a worm,
as so much other men do.
He knows that it takes two.
I feel so helpless when I look into your eyes.
It pierces my heart with so much pain.
Knowing you'll never be the same.
I stare deep into your eyes,