Gun Shooting Reinvented

Me na dead, me na dead

My cousin Jack often cried

The bullet na catch me,

‘Cause behind the tree I hide

The shooter was angry as he tried to explain

I see you clear, clear, clear

You move from the tree into the plain

But the issue remained impossible to resolve

With no proof of wound, who can say

Who was right or wrong

So up came an idea into another’s head

Let’s reinvent the game, let’s use green banana instead

No more pow pow pow with sticks call guns

We will sail a banana and knock you down

Truth be told, it was more about the ouch and pain

If you get hit by the banana, who can complain?

For sure yo will dead now, Jack the shooter express

Ah go mek sure the banana stain left pon’ yo chess

So the new gun shooting start with a bang

Every man line up with green bananas in their hand

It was game for the athletic and those with no fright

Banana ah sail to the left and to the right

Murder oye, you hear a man shout

Everybody know say Johnny Brown out

Jack was grinning, ah kill um dead

Ah bet he na say, he na dead he na dead

Others laughed though they hid behind trees

Gun shooting reinvented, was a done deal,

A game that continued till the last man stand

With a grin on his face and a green banana in his hand