Dilly Dally - Brooklyn Funk Essentials, Josh Roseman

I rise each day

to yet another shock

from dis alarm clock culture.

And I miss de sound

of mi big red cock

as him beat him chest

and crow welcome song

to de sun

from de fowl shit covered

guava tree pon de hillside.

And de snooze button allow me five minute

more to dream bout ackee and breadfruit.

Den I get up and eat a bagel

and worry bout mi love handle.

Six layers a clothes

and termal drawers

and I still cold.

Another bridge mean more toll.

And de golden rule

is alternate-side parking.

And as de belly get fat

many tings bout Yard dat

used to be just a mere inconvenience

start to look like major incompetence.

Unscheduled power cut

daily

water lock off

bank pon short staff cause

the morning was a little bit rainy.

Few telephones

dat’s just how it is

yet everyone know

everyone else business.

Well I live in mi building for five years now

and mi neighbours dem still don’t know me.

But solace come from anonymity.

And every time I bite de apple

de apple swallow me.

So dem force me to buy

a piece of the FBI

CIA investment pie.

And dem give me a W2

form in lieu

of a receipt.

So now I’m funding a plot

to get God shot

or someting like dat.

De Korean polish him apples dem clean

and arrange dem in stacks of red, gold and green.

say him want Rasta to feel welcome.

Seen?

Still I yearn for de breeze

from de Natty Bay sea

as it cool down de sweat pon me back

Long to feed dry coc’nut to mi cock.

So I dilly

and I dally

and I wonder

how much longer

I can philander

Cause each time I bite de apple

it swallow a piece of me

Still it hard to love de fruit

if I never did climb de tree.