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Maka Dimweh
by Anthony Joseph
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Maka Dimweh was a soldier
In the Guyanese army
Get send up to Jim Jones territory
To clean up corpses
Notorious in the news, when the mark bust
Was the tent and the altar, the barrel
And the upturned mouths of the faithful
In that camp nation: poison
But up there in them jungle
Had money to find
Good US currency
These army man find
Men find money
All under rock stone an' tootoo
Money dash 'way like toilet paper
'Well, Honey, I am bound to go
These people don't need money
Where they goin '
Fellas find money wrap up in kerchief and socks
Dead people money
Jaw grind pornography
And jewels: gold and white pearl, ruby, lapis lazuli
Men find keys for motorcar park up quite in America
Like bush meat the immigrant want eat
But can't bring back from dream
But no matter what trick get try
Or which hole they fold it in
That same Maka Dimweh
He woulda find it anywhere
Big bad Maka Dimweh
He find it anywhere
Maka watch his best friend Bodhi get rip out
By a cutlass coming back from fishing
And fall on the slippery rocks above the bay
Capsize and enter between the ribbing
Rip out his particulars, and the boy body beat-up
Till his liver get frighten, till his bile spill out
Like the white milk of egg and the scent
Was of snakes in the garden after the rain
Eyes wide open and rolling around the skull
Turn back an' come again Rock back an' turn back
And kick back and come again
Rain falling on the sea, fish falling out the bucket
And since that day, since that day
Maka coulda never eat no meat
That same Maka Dimweh, Maka-Maka Dimweh
Big bad Maka Dimweh
Oh gosh man! Hear the vision
Maka run Florida, catch jail for DUI
Maka gone Brooklyn, he in the jungle now
Maka bust a man chest in New York
And get five more years in Uncle Sam jail
That same Maka Dimweh, Maka-Maka Dimweh!
Rock back an' come again
Maka Dimweh was a soldier
In the Guyanese army
Get send up to Jim Jones territory
To clean up corpses
Notorious in the news, when the mark bust
Was the tent and the altar, the barrel
And the upturned mouths of the faithful
In that camp nation: poison
But up there in them jungle
Had money to find
Good US currency
These army man find
Men find money
All under rock stone an' tootoo
Money dash 'way like toilet paper
'Well, Honey, I am bound to go
These people don't need money
Where they goin '
Fellas find money wrap up in kerchief and socks
Dead people money
Jaw grind pornography
And jewels: gold and white pearl, ruby, lapis lazuli
Men find keys for motorcar park up quite in America
Like bush meat the immigrant want eat
But can't bring back from dream
But no matter what trick get try
Or which hole they fold it in
That same Maka Dimweh
He woulda find it anywhere
Big bad Maka Dimweh
He find it anywhere
Maka watch his best friend Bodhi get rip out
By a cutlass coming back from fishing
And fall on the slippery rocks above the bay
Capsize and enter between the ribbing
Rip out his particulars, and the boy body beat-up
Till his liver get frighten, till his bile spill out
Like the white milk of egg and the scent
Was of snakes in the garden after the rain
Eyes wide open and rolling around the skull
Turn back an' come again Rock back an' turn back
And kick back and come again
Rain falling on the sea, fish falling out the bucket
And since that day, since that day
Maka coulda never eat no meat
That same Maka Dimweh, Maka-Maka Dimweh
Big bad Maka Dimweh
Oh gosh man! Hear the vision
Maka run Florida, catch jail for DUI
Maka gone Brooklyn, he in the jungle now
Maka bust a man chest in New York
And get five more years in Uncle Sam jail
That same Maka Dimweh, Maka-Maka Dimweh!
Rock back an' come again
