Welcome to Jamrock!
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I didn't sleep a wink that night as the excitement was way to much for me to handle, images of crystal clear waters, white sands and rum based cocktails would not leave my mind. I couldn't beleive that in just a few hours I would be on a flight to Jamaica, away from London for 3 weeks for quality mother - daughter time :) .
The flight was Long and exhausting however upon landing the pilot was great, Landing In JA was like gliding on water ... literally. We arrived in Jamaica just in time to see a torrential downpour, once on our coach to Negril our wonderful guide D'marley informed us that it wasn't rain at all but infact liquid sunshine which definately put me in a good mood, D'marley was the first person we met in Jamaica and he was lovely I've never met anyone that can put a good spin on a storm haha!
"Welcome To Jamrock- Damian Marley"
Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe' da' thugs dem camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give yah girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no 'back-to', da thugs Dem wi do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff thing come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can't done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
Dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do nuttin at all
Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, dat's when dem take da guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And dat's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, dem a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Dem a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock!