Ah
shudda listen the first time mommy call
To
come wash the dishes and clean the yard
But
with me eyes glue on the tv and me legs sprawl
Me
pretend me na hear, and turn to card
As
a black woman pickney why me behave hard ears?
And
wait on the second call when she voice done change
Ah
shudda come out the house with my face showing fear
Instead
of the frown and push mouth at such a close range
She
grab me by the collar with her face so fierce
Her
voice expressing the price I’ll pay
Ah
feel the sting as my skin was pierce
From
slaps that wipe the frown away
Ah
twist and turn until ah get free
Then
run down the hill at a fast pace
Ah
knew that mommy couldn’t outrun me
So
ah figure that was the end of the case
Clung,
clung, clung on the coconut tree
Ah
kettle bounce off close to me head
Ah
mek one duck, ah drop to my knee
Ah
said this was it, ah thought ah was dead
Hahaha me cousin dem laugh out
Oh
lard, the kettle nearly out e light
All
that time mummy continue to shout
Me
still on the ground ah tremble with fright
For
months to come is ‘bout the kettle track and field
Me
cousin and dem still ah laugh at me
But
all me learn ah pickney who na hear ah feel
And
next time mommy call, get up and do me duty
