Buxton Shippy

Freshman - 717 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

Jamaican Yard Talk-1 - Poem by Buxton Shippy

Hey boy, a wey you ago?
Me know you?
Man mine you business, bloodclaat.
Every time me turn
Somebody up ina me business;
A wey me ago,
Like me know him.
Lucky him didn't ask me that yestiday,
When me couldn't fine di rent money;
A woulda lick him di head
With a marta stick.
A wey me ago,
Damn faas.

This boy don't know it
But him mek me pressure rise.
Me is a funny man you no
When people get ina me business,
Me we fight.
Like last month,
When benji ask,
Wey Jennifa dey;
Like me live wid de woman,
Tell you, some people fool-fool bad.

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/28/2013 9:45:00 PM)

    well, you measured with yard ways are ofcourse local. style local poeple will read more coz its got attachment...nice to read (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 6, 2013

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