Dilly Dally

I rise each day To yet another shock From dis alarm clock culture And I miss de sound Of mi big red cock As him beat him chest And crow welcome song To de sun From de fowl shit covered Guava tree pon de hillside And de snooze button allow me five minute more To dream bout ackee and breadfruit And I get up and eat a bagel And worry bout mi love handle Six layers a clothes And termal drawers And I still cold Another bridge mean more toll And de golden rule is Alternate-side parking And as de belly get fat Many tings bout Yard dat Used to be just a mere inconvenience Start to look like major incompetence Unscheduled power cut Daily Water lock off Bank pon short staff cause The morning was a little bit rainy Few telephones Dat's just how it is Yet everyone know Everyone else business Well I live in mi building for five years now And mi neighbours dem still don't know me But solace come from anonymity And every time I bite de apple De apple swallow me So dem force me to buy A piece of the FBI CIA investment pie And dem give me a W2 Form in lieu Of a receipt So now I'm funding a plot To get God shot Or something like dat De Korean polish him apples dem clean And arrange dem in stacks of red, gold and green Say him want Rasta to feel welcome Seen? Still I yearn for de breeze From de Natty Bay sea As it cool down de sweat pon me back I long to feed dry coc'nut to mi cock So I dilly And I dally And I wonder How much longer I can philander Cause each time I bite de apple It swallow a piece of me Still it hard to love de fruit If I never did climb de tree