all they want.
Yes, consorts and promises.
Come tell me who made those,
who those laws.
Them Rasta burn them low breasted.
I see them coming with them big,
them claws.
Yes, the feet surround the table
of the seat.
Now is how to shoot first,
or who lost.
Ah yes,
I know there's a thief in the garden.
They don't become.