NO ONE IS COMING TO SAVE US - BUILD - GABBERTS*

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[Intro - spoken]
Listen nah…
The lesson plain: nobody coming.
So leh we act like we know.

[Chorus]
No one is coming to save us (no one!)
No one is coming at all (at all!)
So we must build what we choosing,
Not just endure till we fall.
Stop waitin’ on Washington favour,
Stop dreamin’ ‘bout London call,
Caribbean, wake up yuh senses—
No one is coming at all!

[Verse 1]
Twelve months teach we plenty, more than we like,
Big powers shift goalpost—overnight.
“Rules-based order” sound nice in a speech,
But it bend like bamboo when the strong men reach.
Canada recalibrate, Europe find backbone late,
When crosshairs point at them—then sovereignty great.
But we small, so we “backyard,” we “afterthought,”
So the lesson hit hard: on weself is we brought.

[Verse 2]
And watch the airport story every August morn,
Young graduate leaving, ambition gone.
Parents holdin’ tears in the car park light,
WhatsApp become family—day and night.
We export the brave ones, import remittance,
Build consumption economy—no resistance.
Migration was pressure valve, talent escape,
Now the valve tightening—changing the shape.

[Hook - call/response]
Where the next exit? (Lock!)
Where the next door? (Shut!)
So what we go do? (Build!)

[Verse 3]
Is not one crisis—hear me good and clear,
Is compound failure building up for years.
Trade preference erode, tourism could freeze,
Pandemic shut market like you lockin’ keys.
We graduate students into unemployment line,
Still importing food that could grow just fine.
Still buying fuel with we own GDP,
Paying foreign man to power we reality.

[Picong line]
We too proud to plant, too broke to eat—
That is nonsense on a Caribbean street!

[Verse 4]
Why we don’t do what we know could work?
Because the status quo does pay some perks.
Import dependence make merchants feel grand,
Fragmentation keep politics in command.
Cheap jobs in tourism keep wages down,
Brain drain ease pressure in the capital town.
So doh tell me “it happen by mistake”—
Some people living good off the people heartbreak.

[Bridge - slower, visionary]
Picture the coder in Antee-guh—global rate, local spend,
Children growing home where the story begin.
Picture climate engineer—hurricane belt expertise,
Selling solutions worldwide with Caribbean ease.
Picture drought-proof crops feeding region by design,
Picture music and film from Kingston to the line.
And picture CARICOM talkin’ as one,
Not fifteen voices—easily undone.

[Verse 5 - The Five Shifts]
One: make climate adaptation something we export,
From reef restore to coastal protect—make that a port.
Two: build digital backbone like future depend,
Because it does—leh the fibre never end.
Three: keep energy dollars in the region to stay,
Renewable plus local work—leh we own the pay.
Four: extend OECS-style integration wider,
Common systems, real mobility—stop talkin’ like a stranger.
Five: common foreign policy—one Caribbean sound,
In a fragmenting world, that’s how small states stand ground.

[Final Chorus - big]
No one is coming to save us (no one!)
No one is coming at all (at all!)
So we must build what we choosing,
Not just endure till we fall.
Stop waitin’ on Washington favour,
Stop dreamin’ ‘bout London call,
Caribbean, wake up yuh senses—
No one is coming at all!

[Outro - spoken]
We built economies we endure…
Now we must build economies we choose.
No one coming.
So—leh we move.

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[Intro - spoken] Listen nah… The lesson plain: nobody coming. So leh we act like we know. [Chorus] No one is coming to save us (no one!) No one is coming at all (at all!) So we must build what we choosing, Not just endure till we fall. Stop waitin’ on Washington favour, Stop dreamin’ ‘bout London call, Caribbean, wake up yuh senses— No one is coming at all! [Verse 1] Twelve months teach we plenty, more than we like, Big powers shift goalpost—overnight. “Rules-based order” sound nice in a speech, But it bend like bamboo when the strong men reach. Canada recalibrate, Europe find backbone late, When crosshairs point at them—then sovereignty great. But we small, so we “backyard,” we “afterthought,” So the lesson hit hard: on weself is we brought. [Chorus] No one is coming to save us (no one!) No one is coming at all (at all!) So we must build what we choosing, Not just endure till we fall. Stop waitin’ on Washington favour, Stop dreamin’ ‘bout London call, Caribbean, wake up yuh senses— No one is coming at all! [Verse 2] And watch the airport story every August morn, Young graduate leaving, ambition gone. Parents holdin’ tears in the car park light, WhatsApp become family—day and night. We export the brave ones, import remittance, Build consumption economy—no resistance. Migration was pressure valve, talent escape, Now the valve tightening—changing the shape. [Hook - call/response] Where the next exit? (Lock!) Where the next door? (Shut!) So what we go do? (Build!) [Chorus] No one is coming to save us (no one!) No one is coming at all (at all!) So we must build what we choosing, Not just endure till we fall. Stop waitin’ on Washington favour, Stop dreamin’ ‘bout London call, Caribbean, wake up yuh senses— No one is coming at all! [Verse 3] Is not one crisis—hear me good and clear, Is compound failure building up for years. Trade preference erode, tourism could freeze, Pandemic shut market like you lockin’ keys. We graduate students into unemployment line, Still importing food that could grow just fine. Still buying fuel with we own GDP, Paying foreign man to power we reality. [Picong line] We too proud to plant, too broke to eat— That is nonsense on a Caribbean street! [Verse 4] Why we don’t do what we know could work? Because the status quo does pay some perks. Import dependence make merchants feel grand, Fragmentation keep politics in command. Cheap jobs in tourism keep wages down, Brain drain ease pressure in the capital town. So doh tell me “it happen by mistake”— Some people living good off the people heartbreak. [Chorus] No one is coming to save us (no one!) No one is coming at all (at all!) So we must build what we choosing, Not just endure till we fall. Stop waitin’ on Washington favour, Stop dreamin’ ‘bout London call, Caribbean, wake up yuh senses— No one is coming at all! [Bridge - slower, visionary] Picture the coder in Antee-guh—global rate, local spend, Children growing home where the story begin. Picture climate engineer—hurricane belt expertise, Selling solutions worldwide with Caribbean ease. Picture drought-proof crops feeding region by design, Picture music and film from Kingston to the line. And picture CARICOM talkin’ as one, Not fifteen voices—easily undone. [Verse 5 - The Five Shifts] One: make climate adaptation something we export, From reef restore to coastal protect—make that a port. Two: build digital backbone like future depend, Because it does—leh the fibre never end. Three: keep energy dollars in the region to stay, Renewable plus local work—leh we own the pay. Four: extend OECS-style integration wider, Common systems, real mobility—stop talkin’ like a stranger. Five: common foreign policy—one Caribbean sound, In a fragmenting world, that’s how small states stand ground. [Final Chorus - big] No one is coming to save us (no one!) No one is coming at all (at all!) So we must build what we choosing, Not just endure till we fall. Stop waitin’ on Washington favour, Stop dreamin’ ‘bout London call, Caribbean, wake up yuh senses— No one is coming at all! [Outro - spoken] We built economies we endure… Now we must build economies we choose. No one coming. So—leh we move.

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