Wind rush in- to tell mi soul-
I don’t belong-
To tell mi heart-da beat not right-
Ya need to ‘handastan’-it breathe-
Mi cyaa warn ya – say da wind-
Warm-across mi face-
From cold of treach-er-y –
An’ scorn of English race-
Ya need to show cert-ficiate-
Ya need to shed ya skin-
Ya need to prove just who y’are-
Or ya’ll be Out not In-
Mi deh yah Man-I answer back-
Mi Motherland of freedom-
I build Her with these once strong arms-
When She was hurt and broken-
Di Empress haarself she wrote to me-
Her Empire wish mi here-
I came by Invitation-
To ‘Indefinitely Remain’-
Wind say—
So tell di Hitey Titey-
When he pull his hand away-
That the cancer in ya belly-
Has a voice to speak one day.