Mar­tin George

Af­ter I spend hun­dreds ah mil­lion dol­lars

UNC now show­ing me dey true colours

On stage I talk, ah talk all day

Ah walk de talk, ah walk all night

And when they get de vic­to­ry

Now dey leave me wuk­less

Dook­er­an wouldn't send cheques

Dey take trans­port so what next

Tell dem call she name, she go take de blame

Cause right now I just wuk­less

Me fam­i­ly done damn vex

Dey say I was too care­less

Tell dem call he name

Let Su­ruj take de blame

He al­ways want­ed fame

Is I who start­ed, de whole Move­ment for de Change

Now I is tar­get, line me up on ri­fle range

Dey tak­ing shots, shots all day

Dey pelt­ing stone, stone all night

And dey still wouldn't do what right

And so I end up wuk­less

Me Min­istry a big laugh

Dey come an' split it in half

And dey make me shame

When is De­vant dat dey name

So right now I just wuk­less

No road cyar pave I damn vex

De peo­ple an dem sen' text

Is pot­hole, flood an' wat nex'

I tell dem call she name

Is de boss­la­dy to blame

Burn tyres, call she name

She go take de blame

Ah start off with, re­al speed up at Pi­ar­co

Georgie come, next t'ing dey telling me to go

When dey say go, I ask dem why

Georgie kiss de girl, and make she cry

And get CAL as pud­ding and pie

So right now I just wuk­less

And what dey go­ing to do nex'

De Cab­i­net an' me vex

Dey whis­per­ing me name

Point­ing fin­ger, pass­ing blame

And so I end up wuk­less

Whole day I feel­ing rest­less

And I does have so much zest

Dey park me up, give me a rest

And black­en­ing me name

Like dey have no shame

Hi­jack­ing me name

Try­ing to give me blame

Af­ter FI­FA and de big fight wid Blat­ter

Dey sharp­en knife, serve me up on a plat­ter

I thought dat Sepp, was de worst it get

But he tell me, U N C nut­ting yet

Now ah know what he mean

Cause right now I just wuk­less

Ah tell dem PURE was purest

Au­dit­ing me was use­less

Dey still cyar call me name

Noth­ing im­pure in de game

But dey still look­ing to blame

Us­ing gas to out de flame

So right now I just wuk­less

Son in PNM, he damn vex

He say­ing I to blame

He did warn me 'bout dey game

He knew I would get frame

Af­ter giv­ing, me whole heart an' all meh soul

It hurt re­al bad, to be left out in de cold

She tak­ing talk, talk all day

Dey whis­per­ing, gos­sip all night,

Stab­bing me left and right

And so I end up wuk­less

Ah try­ing not to get vex

Dey Neemakharam an' heart­less

But when dey curse me ai bless

Is I who have dem dey

Is I who help mash up Pan­day

And I who end up wuk­less

Bas now send­ing me text

He did re­al­ly tell me I next

Tear­ing me apart

He did warn me from de start

Well it seems dat, dis is ah les­son I learn

When yuh play with, the Ris­ing Sun yuh get burn

With all dey try, to hang my Jack

Ah let dem know I will be back

Is not all fours, it is Black Jack

So even though I wuk­less

And feel­ing so damn wot­less

Wid she treat­ing me as use­less

I know I still de best

Min­is­ter in de press

So let dem go on reck­less

And treat­ing me so care­less

Dey lock me in de dog house

To stay quite like a mouse

Tell dem Jack warn her

Is not de Jack Horner

To stay in a cor­ner

And be­have like a mourn­er ......Nooo

Tell dem talk on de ground

"Goes round, and comes back around"

Elec­tions go­ing to come back

And twen­ty one is Black­Jack

Ah cyar wait to see dey face

When dey see who hold­ing Aaaaaaace

Ah Wu­u­u­u­uukkkkkkkkklesssssssss....