I will walk out the gates to cheers and trumpets and drums and cymbals
And I’ll feel so high, natural, I’m released from the struggle – but does it continue?…Nobody knows…
I’ll see my girlfriend and my little girl, swoop them up and shower them with my love
And the sun’s blazing and there’s food lining the street
Curry-goat an’ rice, akee & saltfish, fried dumplings
And there’s juice too, pineapple punch, carrot juice, peanut punch
Strong drink for them who want to – the cops won’t bust you
And I look around and I know everyone and there’s people laughing
My mother’s crying she’s so happy
And, man, what a day. What a day. What a day.
by Tony B
