"Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash“Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash”~ Culture | Joseph Hill

Full independence orRepublic of Jamaicatalk, a forward fi a while nowHow wi nuh reach deh yet?Is it a g’yo ting or sabotage ting?Mi want fi know anddi people dem want fi know tu

Quad seven | July 7th, 1977(7/7/77)The day when the two sevens clashedschools n’ businessesshuttered their doorspurported mayhem was to ensuemayhem allegedly prophesied by oneMarcus Mosiah Garvey

“Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash“Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash”~ Culture | Joseph Hill

Michael Manley,the self-proclaimed Joshua,looking to further ingratiate himselfwith the masses,re-enacted Paul Bogle’7-mile trod fromStony Gut to Morant Bay

Subsequently, he, the Joshua, declaredJamaica’s path to republicWith a drop-deadreferendum year of 1980how ironic, in 1980,many did drop dead

All hell broke looseEdward Seaga, a Benedict Arnoldof sorts, accusedMichael of takingJamaica on a communist pathwas that a coincidence?Not a chance

“Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash“Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash”~ Culture | Joseph Hill

The nerve of him, theBenedict Arnold,fi sen Senator Irvine go lobbydi British High Commissionerand di US Ambassador

Forget not the Eventide fireand the Green Bay Killings

No need to pretendNo need to get crypticWe all know di historyLet me be explicitLet me be frankCIA was all ova Jamaica

Kissinger flew in n’ swiftlyFlew out, as he was summarily dismissedthe seeds were sownseeds of economic, socio-economic, politicaland socio-political discord were sown

Instruments designed n’ deployed to makethe people and the economy screamSuch was the caseMarry this and marry thatCaan get this and caan get thatHow to balance the books?Was that a coincidence?Not a chance

“Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash“Wat a liiv an bambaieWhen the two sevens clash”~ Culture | Joseph Hill

Civil unrest throughout the cityratta-tatta, ratta-tattagunshot a bussin a every cravats n’ cornerWas that a coincidence?Not a chance

Ones and ones strung outOn any opiate they could findWas that a coincidence?Not a chance