People’s Court Part I

Better must come, better must come
Better must come, better must come
Better must come, better must come
Better must come, better must come

Order, now my court is in session
Will you please stand
First allow me to indroduce myself
My name is judge 1000 years
Some people call me 'betta mus com'
I am from Afrika
An I com to try all you politicians
For sellin' out black people
In my court, only me talk
'Cause I am vex
Dis is de people's court
What do you have here today?

Well your honour
We have defendants
Senator Sanky Singh and
Senator Change My Mind
Also here is Mr. Religious Belief
But I think we shall deal with
The senators today
At a later date we will deal with
Religious Belief

Alright, alright
Politician Sanky Singh and
Politician Change My Mind
You are brought here
For tricking black people
By promising dem
Good livin' every five years
You have been sellin' out black
People to foreigners

Your honour

Hush up! A not finish yet
Wat u want to do
Promise me too?
I see de rich gettin' richer
An' de poor dyin

Your honour
Fundamentally
If I might say something
At dis point in time

Shut up!
This is the people's court and
A not allowing any
Politrikin' here
If you disturb me again I will
Give you 1000 years
For contempt of court
You are also charged for
Chargin' de people too much taxes
Because of your mismanagement
Spendin' money
Then taxing the people for it
You keep borrowing money
From the I.M.F. and the world bank
In the people's name
Continuing de oppression of black people
By the same colonial masters
Why you can't learn?
Now so called third world country
Has been able to break loose
From these money hogs
You have black people
In a vicious cycle

If it wasn't for me
Black people in this country
Would still be worshippin'
The statue of liberty
Well tell me how come you
Change your mind now?

Shut up
What you trying to do?
Confuse the court
I am giving you both 1000 years
On the first account
From 1938 until now
You have been dividing black people
You’re promisin' de people
Them right back into slavery
Now de only thing you have
Been truthful about is your thing
About 'out of many one'

Your honour
That was taken from my uncle Sam

Yes, cause is only one people
A clean de street
One people a eat out a garbage heap
One people to cut sugar cane
One people ina sun an rain
One people a toil
An' one people a collect de coil
An speakin' of uncle Sam
I shall also charge you for giving
Rise to crack and cocaine
In dis country
By killin' off the ganja plant
That use to help to
Help our foreign exchange deficit
I am givin' you 1000 years
For the crimes of Anthony
Girlie girlie godfather don
An Mr. Crack Stone

But your honour

Shut up! You should be hanged
But I shall be lenient
And give you both 1000 years
I have been noticing that
In your airports
Only out going passengers
Are caught with drugs
But neva a tourist
Yet we don't grow cocaine here
But it keep getting more and more common

But the tourist business is
Vital to our national development

Vital, vital to who?
Wid your all exclusive hotels
Tourists will soon think that
Negril is a next island by itself
You claim that the poor
Can't teck no more
But you not givin' them anything
A see more Benz than lada
And hear that a car that
Cost $20, 000 in Miami
Cost $800,000 here
Wat you do wid all that
Extra money at customs?
You keep talkin' about tourist harrasment
What you call what dem doing with
Jamaicans in foreign
Every day dem talkin' about
Jamaican posse

Your honour
As you can plainly see
When I was in power
Things were goin' to get right
I had all de white people
Wid money on my side
All the brown people
Was starting to feel as if
They were livin' in Miami

But what about de black people?

Well as I was just gettin'
Around to them
I lost de elections your honour

That is no excuse your honour
Before Him
Black people were gettin' very self sufficient
Brown people was startin' to acquire homes in Miami

That is because they was runnin' away your honour

White people started to seh I and I and irie

Your honour
If it wasn't for him and his black ideology
We would reach much further

Your honour
Him neva have poor people in mind
That is why wi havin' so much trouble now

Your honour
Is him change, not me

Your honour
Him have a party of gangs
Him sey suh imself

Shut up!
I see no difference between both of you
You both following the same thing
That has been and still is
Keepin' down black people

When you not in power your honour
It is easy to say dis and that
But when you have power
It is very different
A different sanky
You have to sing

I am givin' you both another 1000 years
Nun of you have the solutions
To black people problem
I suggest you read
The philosphy and opinions
Of Marcus Garvey
Study em carefully
Then I might just grant you pardon
And another thing
Before onnu begin onnu sentence
Both of you visit the arcade
And see how poor women
Run business from nothin'
Let the domestic helpers
Show you how to use $130
To feed a family of six for one week
Now take them away!