Yardie PEOPLE! Lol for the non-Hamiltonized Jamaican massive, when I address Jamaica/Jamaicans on a #galactical scale, I usually start with "Yardie PEOPLE!". It's a flip of "tell di people!", heard in the Dawn Penn chune dem.
Here we are. Or, may we start here. We know each other WAY better than we can attest to. That's why we keep a distance. I think, at least. I know Tiffany (my first Jamaican ex) doesn't hate me. She kinda doesn't have a reason to, other than my confession to a homosexual act. If she even remembers that (no innuendos). But, dead that.
I got it in.
Now, being the suicidal being I've been and learning that homosexuality led/leads to a spiritual death, I was prepared to burn by the fire. But, quite literally, God forgave me and is being glorified in my modern music. Through blasphemy.
I am a D'Evil, fah cryin out loud!
Even with me playing man-from-Mars with you (ask about it; real one's know), I still believe that you know my heart and, even still (and better), my body. I'm not promiscuous, neither hetero-nor-homosexually. I haven't had sex in a good number of years now. Divine punishment. I dare ask for the favor of the Jamaican woman, in the eye of the Jamaican man. I simply ask that you understand that Jah (yes, Lion!) is working with me and I am actively working on my mannerisms.
I have learned sooo much from Jamaican music/culture. Toya and I used to watch Passa Passa DVDs. HchO put me on to soundclashes. Though I am a C (Charles), I'm a J, too (Jr.)!. So it really matters to me what yu think of me. I know it shouldn't, but y'all are closest to divinity by nature. Do your homework on Jamaican culture. Better yet, ask SEGA about Jamaica.
Through Jamaica, I find Atari.
Ask Dr. Dre.
If she even remembers that (no innuendos). But, dead that.
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