[singer A] A weh mi put di lighter? Nah, nuh bodda tell mi seh mi look bad. Mi know how mi look. Mi just waan wash mi face. Bwoy… a who blood dat pon di towel? …Leave it. [transition] [singer A] Sun nuh even reach di zinc, mi a dig through di drawer, One sock, three receipt, dead lighter, old score. Mi fling out di mattress, kick dust through di floor, Find one likkle something and mi forget weh mi search for. Mi seh, “Dat it!” Then mi seh, “Wait.” Mi hand start shake and mi jaw start grate. Mi belly draw tight like a fist inna mi waist, But mi still waan rush, cyaan give miself space. Mi stare pon di phone till di screen go black. Whole room smell stale; mi shirt stick pon mi back. Mi mouth dry bad, but di water taste flat, Mi swallow two mouthful, then mi throw up dat. [transition] [instrumental] [slap bass enters with syncopated sixteenth notes] [four-on-the-floor kick drum and sixteenth-note hi-hats] [staccato synth chords on off-beats] [clean funk guitar muted scratches] [snare on beats 2 and 4] [singer A] Mi nah hungry, mi nah tired, Mi nah sick, mi nah fraid. So why mi can’t remember Half di things weh mi did say? Mi seh mi alright, but mi eye dem sink, Mi can’t hold food and mi can’t hold drink. Mi cuss out di hand when di hand reach out, Then mi bawl inna silence when di room empty out. Mi waan one more, then mi waan one more, Mi swear seh a di last till mi reach back di door. Mi body a beg while mi mouth get brave, Mi a walk round alive wid mi foot inna grave. [transition] [instrumental] [filtered synth pad swells with sidechain pumping] [cowbell accents at the end of every second bar] [slap bass continues rhythmic pattern] [singer A] Third night, same jeans, same grease pon di cuff, One plate by di bed wid di food gone rough. Fly pon di rice; mi wave dem away, Mi too busy digging through the lining a mi tray. Mi find one old photograph, corner fold flat, Mi daughter inna school uniform, two plait down har back. She have one front tooth missing, big grin pon har face, Mi rub off di dust, then mi hide it inna place. Mi mother left soup inna one plastic bowl, Mi lift up di cover and di smell turn mi soul.
