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Yes my people none other than Robert Nesta marley O.M.
His songs are laced with realities of the time and poetry (play on words)but it will not be studied in our secondary schools.
Example:
CONCRETE JUNGLE
No sun will shine in my day today
The high yellow moon won't come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
And the stage my day into night
Where is the love to be found
Won't someone tell me
Cause life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder
Concrete jungle
Man you got to do your best
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
yeh-I've never known the happiness
I've never known what sweet caress is
Still-I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't somebody help me 'cause
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
In this ya concrete jungle
I said what do you got for me now
Concrete jungle ah won't you let me be no
Once we can sit in the Kcs, Munros, Georges, JCs, Cornwalls et al (also UWI and CAST) and appreciate the genius of Bob's work; our minds will be open. We can then move to see Tappa's genius in scoring two goals on the world stage, in order for us not to hang our heads in shame. We can also be able to call Tappa, Technical Director. We will see ourselves in a
different light. We will then be able to produce engineers that can fix flat bridge and build massive highways without looking yonder for help and massive economic aid.
Last but not least we will be able to see Nanny P as a true political leader.
Done talk
His songs are laced with realities of the time and poetry (play on words)but it will not be studied in our secondary schools.
Example:
CONCRETE JUNGLE
No sun will shine in my day today
The high yellow moon won't come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
And the stage my day into night
Where is the love to be found
Won't someone tell me
Cause life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder
Concrete jungle
Man you got to do your best
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
yeh-I've never known the happiness
I've never known what sweet caress is
Still-I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't somebody help me 'cause
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
In this ya concrete jungle
I said what do you got for me now
Concrete jungle ah won't you let me be no
Once we can sit in the Kcs, Munros, Georges, JCs, Cornwalls et al (also UWI and CAST) and appreciate the genius of Bob's work; our minds will be open. We can then move to see Tappa's genius in scoring two goals on the world stage, in order for us not to hang our heads in shame. We can also be able to call Tappa, Technical Director. We will see ourselves in a
different light. We will then be able to produce engineers that can fix flat bridge and build massive highways without looking yonder for help and massive economic aid.
Last but not least we will be able to see Nanny P as a true political leader.
Done talk
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