The Child I Used To Be
Campos & Lyllatis
3:43All dem flags, all dem borders But di show? It stay di same. I go London, I go Rome But everywhere feel like di same big dome People wearin’ masks, not for fun But to hide their face from di burnin' sun Same clowns inna tie, same fools in gold Big-top bosses, sellin’ lies so bold Dem juggle numbers, dem twist the truth And di tightrope walkers? They fall inna youth Oh la la ! It’s a global circus, "oui c’est vrai" Spinnin’ wheels inna disarray No matta where mi put mi feet Mi find banana peel on di street Oh no! Global circus, same disguise Fire eaters wid no alibis Dem say “Bienvenue, please take a seat” But mi nuh buy ticket fi repeat Mi travel far, still hear same song Different language, but di lie stay strong Politicians actin’ like ringmasters Pullin' pon strings, movin’ disasters Mi seh " bonjour", dem seh bomb drop Dem balance chaos like a circus prop One man a mime, pretendin’ peace Next one a lion, ready fi feast You tink you left Babylon? It follow yuh inna suitcase Same circus, new poster Clowns just change face... Yes mi see it. Global circus, full of noise Painted smiles on broken toys From Paris streets to Kingston night Mi see same script, same stage light Oh! But mi nah fool, mi see di trick Dem throw confetti, mi feel sick Mi nah clap hands fi di mad parade Mi walk backstage where di real truth stay So mi keep mi soul pon solid ground No tent high enough fi mek mi drown Mi carry truth inna mi backpack And laugh soft but never look back Honk honk, voilà.