A previous entry spoke to the devastating loss of the Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) in both the General and Parish Council Elections of 2011-2012.  I lamented on the fact that politicians, especially those on the opposing side, always make huge promises they cannot fulfill, just to have the public vote favourably come Election Day.  However, both parties need to realize that Jamaicans are no longer being swayed by potentials but are looking for the actions that will contribute positively to their lives.  In years gone by, political parties would depend on garrisons, political strongholds, for huge victories.  However, the recent elections have shaken the politicians from their seats of comfort because no longer is a constituency promised or sure.

The song at the focus of this entry has at its core, lyrics that point to the concerns of most Jamaicans; the high cost of living and the struggles faced to make ends meet.  In the introduction of the song, Tanya speaks to a friend who she asks to give lubricant to the heads of both political parties.  A gesture usually denoting the desire of the speaker to have someone, who has wrong him/her, aggressively perform coitus on him or herself.  However, this is not the case in this particular song, the artiste is requesting the metaphorical lubricant for herself and her fellow Jamaicans, who are being ‘dealt hard hands’, regardless of the direction they turn.

The initial verse echoes the sentiments of most Jamaicans, finding it difficult to provide the basic necessities for themselves and their families.  Tanya uses literary devices creatively to highlight the struggles being faced, which were borne from various sources; one such being the recession.  The artiste’s ingenuity is seen in the line ‘All mi have to mi name is just enough fi buy a spliff, two Guinness and a pack a Ruff Rider’, which can be interpreted as she being prepared to fight the inevitable struggles to come.  This is understood from the previous lines where she mentioned the recession which has been fucking her for a period of time, three years to be exact, and a further thrust will unavoidably impregnate her, with further struggles I assume.  As such, in the previously mentioned line, she states that all the money she has left is only enough to purchase a small amount of marijuana and two Guinness which she will use together for endurance to battle the struggles but should she fail,  the money she has can also purchase a condom to protect her from being impregnated.

Kindly enjoy the song and the lyrics of Tanya Stephens, one of the best female Jamaican lyricist.

Feeling It
Tanya Stephens

INTRO

Jah know, Shelly-Ann

If yu kyaah send Andrew and Portia a big bakkle a lube

Please mi a beg yu, sen a likkle tube

Dry no sweet

CHORUS

Mi feeling it, first dem start pan mi mind

Mi feeling it, work dem way dung mi spine

Mi feeling it, betta mi walk and wine

Kaaz all when mi run dem fling it on from behind

Mi feeling it, no likkle move nah go chuu now

Mi feeling it, pocket under curfew now

Mi feeling it, a few years nutten nah bruk and wi stuck

Is like  wi sidung inna glue now

 

VERSE 1

Mek mi waahn unu before unu buck mi

Mi no waah no man, di recession done a fuck mi

A roun three year no it a seed me

One more jook, a swear to God it a go breed mi

Di likkle trickle no do nutten inside yah

Kyaah save, kyaah pay no bills naida (neither)

All mi have to mi name is just enough fi buy a spliff, two Guinness and a pack a Ruff Rider

How mi fi work and mi kyaah buy a frock to

Yu no see a slavery dis rass yah a go back to

But dis time a just black pan black

Kaaz a nigga sell wi out and have the whip dem a crack to

VERSE 2

Di coastguard dem tighter dan me

Picture dat, tighter dan me, dem lock

No liikle boat kyaah push off from di dock

Nutten white, nutten green, nutten iron no drop

A just boots inna di yutes dem billy

Mi a look fi a old bwoy weh a look fi a young filly

Mi conscience woulda stop mi from dwiit

But a just last week two gas bubble kill i(t)

CHORUS

Mi feeling it, first it start pan mi mind

Mi feeling it, work it way dung mi spine

Mi feeling it, betta mi walk and wine

Kaaz all when mi run dem fling it up from behind

Mi feeling it, no likkle move nah go chuu now

Mi feeling it, pocket under curfew now

Mi feeling it, a few years nutten nah bruk and wi stuck

Is like  wi sidung inna glue now

VERSE 3

Mi so week from the stress weh mi unda

Mi too hungry fi hold up no standard

Di next rich bwoy weh pass ya so betta love me

Kaaz from mi si him a my man dat

Mi hear dem talk bout Easter a come

Well my pocket a bun and no cheese nah run

Nuff weh use to swear a unzip and unbutton

Kaaz if dem nah bow dem nah go eat nutten

CHORUS

Mi feeling it, first it start pan wi mind

Mi feeling it, work it way dung wi spine

Mi feeling it, betta wi walk and wine

Kaaz all when wi run dem fling it on from behind

Mi feeling it, no likkle move nah go chuu now

Mi feeling it, pocket under curfew now

Mi feeling it, a few years nutten nah bruk and wi stuck

Is like  wi sidung inna glue now

Mi feeling it, first it start pan mi mind

Mi feeling it, work it way dung mi spine

Mi feeling it, betta mi walk and wine

Kaaz all when mi run dem fling it up from behind

Mi feeling it, no likkle move nah go chuu now

Mi feeling it, pocket under curfew now

Mi feeling it, a few years nutten nah bruk and wi stuck

Is like  wi sidung inna glue now

SONG ENDS

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