Mi gal pickney a foam an vomit from de mout,
Dem a try fi psyche ar out!
Lawd mi God!
Dem a paison har! It's no joke!
Me need wan antidote,
Dem a paison har fi gain control,
Dem wan fi sell har soul,
Call De Police! Call dung Zion!
Dem cyant kill har wid a wrought iron,
So dem use food we dem put paison pon,
Haily Mary dis is a disgrace!
Wash hout mi pickney body wid sum jaze,
If me eva ketch de rebel dem,
Me a go tun dem inna an ole barren hens.