Soon come

Going home to my homeland that’s not my home land
To marry off my mother to a stranger
Where I buried my father
To visit loved ones
My shadow people
Jamaica so greedy
Always taking something from me
But it’s mango season
Ackee and saltfish and breadfruit are waiting
Joke till joke cyan done
Army of black faces, I don’t think twice
Packing my bags

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