MY Country

Ownership of something or someone is conveniently transferred and becomes YOURS when there is a problem with it. In every situation before it was OURS but when the feces hits the spinning blades of the ceiling fan that doubles as a light suspended from your wood stained roof, it becomes YOURS. Exhibit A, my mother to my father the other day, "YOUR son is liming too much, YOUR son is never home!" to which I replied, "MY father will stand up for me!" to which my father replied, "YOUR ass is on YOUR own!" Capiche?

So when I got a call from friend asking what is going on in YOUR country...take some deep breaths, its gonna be a lengthy dive and unbeknownst to you, the tank is heavy regardless of the lack of Oxygen...

CRIME STOPPERS, that statistically acclaimed bastion of crime stopperism is offering rewards for "handing in of guns", limerick and all, gracing our national airwaves, while stuck in traffic, making you wish that you yourself had a gun to hand in, so you could actually shoot your car deck...if only a civic dashboard were easier to find.

So what those in authority who suffer from continuous daily mental decay don't realize is that as a gangster who is well versed in the art of gangsterism (which I practiced daily since my daddy left me at 3 yrs. old and I had to fend for myself because mummy had no time for me after the new man she picked up a few months later and she had another baby) and who is smarter than most of them can hope (with prayer and a national day of fasting) to ever become don't clock is this...

Wheys, rewards for guns? Well I have about 4 and ah rent Tommy one de odder day to put dong ah wuk and he eh bring it back fuh me yet, but he spend de weekend in de station, so maybe ah go get that later, and plus this one gettin li'l ol', 'cause de other day when ah was about to buss ah serious cyap in ah man ass cause he refuse to give up de Jordans, doh mind dat negro doh play basketball no more, ah find it didn't quite fire as it used to when de policeman did now sell meh it, yeah dread, ah hit de man in he shoulder and he survive, ah lose some rank wid de boys, but small ting.

Plus ah wha take dat reward money and geh ah lil something newer and shinier. Ah hear it have gun sale dong on de east coast this month end too, yeah, ah nice shipment comin in from Mexico, foreign use from Iraq nuh, de war on terror doh stop dey, is de war dat keeps on giving, so ah could probably try fuh dat in serious.

Cause at de end of de day when dat nozzle in your face and yuh cringe up in fear like ah manicou in de torchlight, ah want yuh tuh see yuh reflection in de tip ah de barrel, so when de light at de end of de tunnel becomes de explosive spark at de end of my barrel and your world and mine become one and the same, one of darkness and no tomorrow, yuh go remember it when yuh drop to de ground, and ah take off de chain yuh refuse to give meh, that ah later find out gold plated and yuh get at Opnet anyway, ha-ha-ha-ha you and me eh so different after all, and as yuh start to enjoy the cooling pillow of yuh own blood for your eternal slumber and yuh ready to meet yuh maker that I doh believe in, yuh go wish yuh had call CRIME STOPPERS, cause I is Frank, yuh neighbour who yuh did know wuk nowhere but have everything nicer than you and yuh did never see Courts come and take back anyting dat was on hire purchase, yuh go tink bout dat as yuh see meh tief Jordans disappearing down de road, lacings untied and all...

Deal with the firetrucking issues T&T.

Nuff said!