Between the Lines

Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm. Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm. See the lights flicker, youthman dream big.

But the system rigged the gig. Heart clean but the hunger thick, so him write

fi eat or eat fi write? Me see the youth pon the block every day.

Pen inna hand but him cyan get pay. Mama cry, belly dry,

bill fi weigh. And the landlord knock like Judgement Day. He used to

rhyme hope, rhyme unity. Sing for love, for truth, for community.

But the street whisper opportunity. Quick cash, fast fame, immunity.

When the fire inna belly start fade. And the dream dem drown in