Oceans
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, I landed with no mat
Ackee and cowries, I've never been mad
I hold my head and lean back, when pop music plays
Black music wave, dichotomy, never been a slave
Did my ancestors pave, build a house that stayed
Granny 500, sipping overproof, brave like
The land here, stand clear, hemisphere
I'm near, door of return, hurricane, spruce beer
Labor pains, windowpanes, chains disappear
I-and-I revered, ancestors dear
Projection of Caribbean land I adhere to
Sweaters here, truth, no pressure seers too
Fufu, sweet potato, brown gravy, kitchen staples
Concessions, stable, the road, homes, gables
Poems, maples, these fables are cradles
These storms round tables, shapes, forms
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Slave days, hardly paid, later that may
Have been the issue, no tissues, I played drum for my kinfolk
Field to field, ... struggles real
I underdealed, under dealt, Kingston to St. Ann's
St. Mary's, under felt, left my hand's, welts
On my skin and bone, I hardly phoned home
Hardly, stones, partly alone
I toned down, found lists of slaves
Lists of names, ..., sugar cane
I am peace
Floating on oceans in the belly of beasts
I never lead, no white witch haunts me
Wolof, Fulani, Asante
Nanny's hardly, on the 500
To remind me, I been disgruntled
Two goats, ackee tree
Saltfish, royalty
Queens and kings in my ancestry
Sing the shore, stars will be
Wolof, Fulani, laugh with me
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Stepped off the boat, asked for black tea
The strongest cup, England reminds me
Sugar sweet, cotton deep ... in blood
I tithed my way to heaven, is she above
Or below. I only spoke maps, a song
My only hope ... I'll be strong
Asante dove off the boat, escaped slavery
Before becoming a slave, saving me
Not bravery, not born to lead
Born to speak, born to be
Granny at 20, land remembers me
Ackee and 20 for a patty, understand me
Colonialism, triangular trade
Bamboo alley, I-and-I watch the waves
Saltfish, out of many, one people, I don't pray
One of my homelands, don't know when slavery
Stopped
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, I landed with no mat
Ackee and cowries, I've never been mad
I hold my head and lean back, when pop music plays
Black music wave, dichotomy, never been a slave
Did my ancestors pave, build a house that stayed
Granny 500, sipping overproof, brave like
The land here, stand clear, hemisphere
I'm near, door of return, hurricane, spruce beer
Labor pains, windowpanes, chains disappear
I-and-I revered, ancestors dear
Projection of Caribbean land I adhere to
Sweaters here, truth, no pressure seers too
Fufu, sweet potato, brown gravy, kitchen staples
Concessions, stable, the road, homes, gables
Poems, maples, these fables are cradles
These storms round tables, shapes, forms
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Slave days, hardly paid, later that may
Have been the issue, no tissues, I played drum for my kinfolk
Field to field, ... struggles real
I underdealed, under dealt, Kingston to St. Ann's
St. Mary's, under felt, left my hand's, welts
On my skin and bone, I hardly phoned home
Hardly, stones, partly alone
I toned down, found lists of slaves
Lists of names, ..., sugar cane
I am peace
Floating on oceans in the belly of beasts
I never lead, no white witch haunts me
Wolof, Fulani, Asante
Nanny's hardly, on the 500
To remind me, I been disgruntled
Two goats, ackee tree
Saltfish, royalty
Queens and kings in my ancestry
Sing the shore, stars will be
Wolof, Fulani, laugh with me
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Oceans way back, waves mad
Stepped off the boat, asked for black tea
The strongest cup, England reminds me
Sugar sweet, cotton deep ... in blood
I tithed my way to heaven, is she above
Or below. I only spoke maps, a song
My only hope ... I'll be strong
Asante dove off the boat, escaped slavery
Before becoming a slave, saving me
Not bravery, not born to lead
Born to speak, born to be
Granny at 20, land remembers me
Ackee and 20 for a patty, understand me
Colonialism, triangular trade
Bamboo alley, I-and-I watch the waves
Saltfish, out of many, one people, I don't pray
One of my homelands, don't know when slavery
Stopped
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Writer(s): Stephanie Lawrence
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