Linton Kwesi Johnson - Sonny's Lettah Lyrics
From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 InglanDear mamagood dayI hope that when these few lines reach you they mayfind you in the best of healthI doun know how to tell ya disfor I did mek a solemn promiseto tek care a lickle Jiman try mi bes fi look out fi himmama, I really did try mi besbut none a di lesssorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arresit was de miggle a di rush hourhevrybody jus a hustle and a bustleto go home fi dem evenin showermi an Jim stan up waitin pon a busnot causin no fusswhen all of a sudden a police van pull upout jump tree policemende whole a dem carryin batondem walk straight up to me and Jimone a dem hold on to Jimseh dem tekin him inJim tell him fi leggo a himfor him nah do nutt'nand 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'nJim start to wrigglede police start to gigglemama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim?mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im?Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jellyDem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get popDem thump him pon him head but it tough like leadDem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleedMama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin'So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cryme thump him pon him mout and him started fi shoutme kick him pon him shin so him started fi spinme hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin- an crash, an deadMore policman come dungdem beat me to the grungdem charge Jim fi susdem charge mi fi murdahmama, doan fretdoan get depress an downheartedbe of good courage-acap
