[Hook: Grenadian jab jab male MC, raw Grenadian shout over the kick, toms and iron] Sun come up on the jab and the oil drippin' off the chain Day clean in the road, and not a man here clean again Doh bring no white shirt, doh bring your good name When the day come clean, everybody look the same [Verse 1: Grenadian jab jab MC, fast on the iron, raw Grenadian shout] Name is Kester from the bank, and I doh play no mas Pressed pants, straight tie, three years countin' other people's cash Every Carnival I lock my gate, I pull the curtain tight While the jab jab comin' down the hill, all oil from four till light Horns up on they head and chain around they waist, the conch is blown Molasses on they skin, and they lookin' for a clean man of they own And Mr. Charles, my manager, he tell me every year "A teller with a stain don't get promoted, Kester, hear?" So I stay inside my house like a pressed shirt on a hook Till this year my cousin Dougie drag me out before I look [Hook: Grenadian MC, shouted, conch over the drums] Sun come up on the jab and the oil drippin' off the chain Day clean in the road, and not a man here clean again Doh bring no white shirt, doh bring your good name When the day come clean, everybody look the same [Verse 2: Grenadian MC, faster, the rolling toms pushing every bar] Four in the mornin', allyuh, and the iron start to ring Somebody grab me from behind and paint me everything Black on my face and black on my neck and oil in my ear Horns up on my head and I doh know who put them here Chain around my waist, I'm jumpin', I'm a jab, I'm wild First time since I was a small boy I been jumpin' like a child Every jab look the same in the oil, you can't tell who is who Could be preacher, could be police, could be the boss of you [Hook: Grenadian MC, shouted, the whole road in it] Sun come up on the jab and the oil drippin' off the chain Day clean in the road, and not a man here clean again Doh bring no white shirt, doh bring your good name When the day come clean, everybody look the same [Verse 3: Grenadian MC, sforzando, one huge full-band hit on "Wednesday", then ride] Wednesday, bank open, and I scrub my skin for days Still a black line behind my ear that just won't go away Mr. Charles call me in, and he close his office door I'm thinkin' "Kester, that's the promotion, you finish, no more" He lean across the desk to say it and he turn his head And behind his ear, allyuh, a black line, like I said Same oil, same spot, same molasses smell, the same old chain He look at me, I look at him, and neither one complain He say "Who you think was paintin' you at four o'clock, boy, who?" The man who said a stain would stop me is the jab who stained me too [Hook: Grenadian MC and everything, the conch over the top] Sun come up on the jab and the oil drippin' off the chain Day clean in the road, and not a man here clean again Doh bring no white shirt, doh bring your good name When the day come clean, everybody look the same [End]
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