16 results for tag: 2011


Dis We Tings Julius Caesar 30.9.11 More

Blood on the ground

Berl me some bitters den. Serasee, Guinea Hen, Croton . . . anyone'll cool my blood O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth 30.9.11 More

Free at last, free at last

No computer could tell you how Pindling feel when he pick up da mace and throw 165 years of authority out the window Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! 30.9.11   More

When I Die , bury me deep

Yinna Bahamians love funerals If you have tears, prepare to shed them now 30.9.11   More

Tief tief from Tief

From slavery time, Bahamian coulda tief You've ungently, Brutus, stole from my bed 30.9.11   More

Six feet under

Lemme axe yall sumtin: road traffic digging fa treasure eh? I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him 30.9.11 More

Who you for?

But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me If they have confusion 'bout your heritage 30.9.11   More

My sufficiency has been serensified

Let me have men about me that are fat We gat hogplum and sapodilly, Dis We Tings 30.9.11   More

An’ he spit white lime

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears We got ol story, ring play game chile dis we tings 30.9.11 More


Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war We're proud to be Bahamian, Dis We Tings 30.9.11 More