Translation: Trench Town Shock
Original: Trench Town Shock By: Valerie Bloom Waia, Miss May, trouble dey yah, Ban yuh belly, Missis, do. Mi Ha' one terrible piece o' news An mi sarry fi sey it consarn yuh. Yuh know yuh secon' or t'ird cousin? Yuh great-aunt Edith Fred? Im pick up imse'f gawn a pickcha show, An police shoot im dead. But a di bwoy own fault yah mah, For im go out o' in way Fi gawn fas' wid police-man, At leas' a soh dem sey. Dem sey im a creep oba di teata fence, Dem halla 'who go deh?' De bwoy dis chap one bad wud mah, At leas' a soh dem sey. De police sey 'tap or we opin fiah'. But yuh know ow di bwoy stay, Im gallop back come attack dem, At leas' a soh dem sey. Still, nutten woulda come from i', But what yuh tink, Miss May? Di bwoy no pull out lang knife mah! At leas' a soh dem sey. Dem try fi aim afta im foot But im head get een di way, Di bullit go 'traight through im brain, At leas' a soh dem sey. Dry yuh yeye, mah, mi know ...