From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan
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Dear mama
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good day
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I hope that when these few lines reach you they may
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find you in the best of health
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I doun know how to tell ya dis
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for I did mek a solemn promise
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to tek care a lickle Jim
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an try mi bes fi look out fi him
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mama, I really did try mi bes
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but none a di less
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sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres
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it was de miggle a di rush hour
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hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle
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to go home fi dem evenin shower
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mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a bus
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not causin no fuss
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when all of a sudden a police van pull up
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out jump tree policemen
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de whole a dem carryin baton
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dem walk straight up to me and Jim
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one a dem hold on to Jim
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seh dem tekin him in
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Jim tell him fi leggo a him
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for him nah do nutt'n
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and 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n
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Jim start to wriggle
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de police start to giggle
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mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim?
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mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im?
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Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly
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Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop
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Dem thump him pon him head but it tough like lead
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Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleed
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Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin'
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So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cry
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me thump him pon him mout and him started fi shout
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me kick him pon him shin so him started fi spin
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me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin
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- an crash, an dead
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More policman come dung
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dem beat me to the grung
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dem charge Jim fi sus <----
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dem charge mi fi murdah
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mama, doan fret
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doan get depress an downhearted
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be of good courage
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till I hear from you
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I remain
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Your son,
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Sonny
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Sonny's Lettah (Anti-Sus Poem)
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Linton Kwesi Johnson |