Born In Jamaica

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DJ Ron Nelson

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Born in Jamaica
It's the promise land
The people are so beautiful
You'll love them my friend
Born in Jamaica
Lived there till I was ten
It's the land of wood and water
Let's go back there again

Jamaica's where I'm from
A place I really miss
My favourite dish
Ackee and salt fish

When I left Jamaica
I was young and innocent
I wish I never lost
My Jamaican accent

I'm not from Jungle
I'm not from Seaview
Born the year of independence
That's nineteen sixty-two 

Hiding under my bed
On Potosi Avenue
They're coming and they're drumming 
They're the Junkanoo

I used to make my kites
And fly them high in the sky
Used to get a stocking
From my mama, Christmas time

Inside it had two shillings
And some candy and a dime
You couldn't give this little kid
A happier time

Fun in the sun
Playing marbles to have fun
See duppy, we would run
Protect mom's only son

Vicks on my nose
White rum's on my chest
I'm likkle, I'm tallawah
Speak English, and Patios

Born in Jamaica
It's the promise land
The people are so beautiful
You'll love them my friend
Born in Jamaica
Lived there till I was ten
It's the land of wood and water
Let's go back there again

I didn't play ludi
But I ran snakes and ladder
Dominoes, cricket
I'm the number one batter

I miss that ocean breeze
See trees by the seas
Sea shells by the shore
Take a trip, I implore

Pitter-patter raindrops
Beating on my zinc rooftop
The only gun I had
Was my own slingshot

I swam in Dwayne Park
Alligators after dark
Black and white TV
Rjr, Jbc

In Jamaica I was fast
Here I'm the fastest runner
Jamaica I was strong
Here I'm even stronger

I used to hear the reggae music
Pounding In the streets
Could've been a Rasta
I stopped eating meat

 I used to pick my ackee
Now I buy it in a tin
Went to church on Sundays
Just to wash away my sin

When I had to fight
My uncle said I had to win
Mama fed me callaloo
With boiled dumpling

Jamaica cheese tin red
Eat it with hard dough bread
If innocent blood would shed
I'd be reading books instead

Playing dolly-house in the rain
My pretty neighbour Charmaine
She drank cola-champaigne
And she liked my sugar cane

Brown sugar lemonade
Guinep trees provide the shade
I'm climbing mango trees
I'm stung by wasps and bees

I loved to hear that whistle
When the peanut man is near
Gimme oily fried dumplings
With my avocado pear

I'm in the class corner
One foot held up high
Teacher whipped me with her cane
Cause I told a little lie

The year was seventy-three
Mommy sent for me
She said come to Canada
Make some history

The land of wood and water
To the land of the cold
Went on that plane
I was ten years old

Born in Jamaica
Everything I said is true now
Jamaica I love you now
Jamaica's where I grew

Born in Jamaica
It's the promise land
The people are so beautiful
You'll love them my friend

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