There's this corner store that always has reggae blarin' from the speakaz into the streets...sometimes Dancehall...sometimes Lovers Rock..but always music...is blared into the street..
The Cat sells Chew Sticks..had this sly look on his face as he broke one in half and said "For you...free." Like a Dr.Feelgood Wolf..hookin' the kids up..cause he knows that..the kids is hooked on the sugar and want ta get off..
Smiles..He speaks in Patois..sometimes its thick...sometimes its not.! Most of the time you cant really hear it over the mash up of lil wanye doin his thang pon a stalag riddim.
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