shi seh shi dig how he write.
shi awed how he weave him words with reeds of rhyme.
shi wan’ marry him mind.
shi seh evry line him scribe taste lyk wild wine 4rm tha amarula grape vine.
vowels massagin her brain lyk soft sauted hands caressin’ thru her hair-line.
shi lie him cah shi seh shi go die wen him ink dry.
4 sure shi go dead cah shi crazy in her head
who di hek places thea breath in di hands of a rebel’s pen?
wen di desert spread n di pen is malnourished of vowels
shi go wine n dine in hell o join di angel choir in heaven
no longer obsessed with tha murky mind offa rebel.