Winston ! what Winston ? Do they even sell Winston cigarette any more ?
Aaaah me see them with his Lucky Strike and all them thing.
So they run from the alley, then they run to the store.

They load up the car in front of me face.
You wanna see, all the box them waste, on the floor.
Them all over the place, them a plastic bags in me face.

So I hear them, shouting.
Them a load up the box & they see them brother waiting.
But they forgot their Mother & their Father too,
Gonna go & worry, when they go out too
& them a see that the danger too.
Every kind of risk them taking too
For the money, like a honey.
It attract the Bees, it not funny.
Gotta sting , & it a ring, in the memory I do my thing.
I say oh boys yeh, be careful.
Say oh boys yeh, time fi change
Rearrange yeh

Winston get off that Jet Ski now.
Did I tell you, you could go out there on that Jet Ski ?
Look at the time ! No! its foggy out there !
What do you mean it’s the best time ?
Don’t you realize there’s are big tankers out there, that could run you down.

Will they grow up orphan ?
What? who say you didn’t do well in school ?
What ? You think you’re a fool ?
Look you can be anything you want to be.
With all thee imagination & inspiration & dedication,
That you show to your vocation of smugger ling.

Yamma know them, a yes quite a juggler
Them a looking over shoulder everyday
Seeing how them people them are looking hey

Now I'm not saying that you’ve got to do what they do !
But you can still do something, good for humanity too.
If you run from the alley & you run to the store
Thinking new ideas, like you could have done before!

So they run from the alley then they run to the store

Your intelligent !
How else could you plan all those little missions, you do out at sea? Have you no faith in yourself ?

Well they done it all before & they are living so grand
Yamma know, you must understand.

But I cry & I really can’t lie. For all those kids, that iv seen yes I
Them a fathers bury at sea. Who’s gonna comfort little he.
Don’t you get it boy, don’t you hear me boy ?
We want you alive, yeh ! Full of joy !

Now a boy of 12 on his own, with his mother with the telephone. Then a father left him alone
yeh & tell them ,
are you caring yes ? your sparing yes, yamma chatting yes,
Yamma planning that, you could run a business legit.

Are you afraid of it, mmm mm .do you have them children ?
Will they grow up orphans ?
Well I check it ever ready & I see them think
I see yeh, them a want to sing,
You might want me to sing of the things, that you knew in the past,
But that won’t last,
I gotta say, them are the facts, because you know this can’t last,
With the lies..

If you know any old smuggler,
Yamma know them, yeh, quite a juggler ,
Them a looking over shoulder, every day,
Seeing how the people, them a looking hey !
Them a paranoia what them do. with their money & then its few.
Them a check round , give it to..them a think it buy friendship too.

So they run from the alley & they ran to the store !

Whats that ?

Well they’ve done it all before & they living so grand
Yam all know, you must understand,
we can make them a whole heap a money,
& we can yeh, help our Mummy, We can give it to our children too
Give it to our Grandfather & you. But don’t you get it boy ?
Don’t you hear me boy ?
We want you alive yeh, yeh full of joy…