Inna Blues

A young man’s tale of the reggae blues in Hyson Green, St Anns, Meadows, Basford, Radford and Lenton spots in Nottingham many moons ago.(one of my general height, previous weight and build).

Inna Blues

”Anybody cyant stan’ up 
Unu mus’ move in deep”
Growled rules of the house
We shuffle, we creep

Cash is king 
With a free pat down smile
Badman and badder gyals flex 
Posture in style

Fashion rules apply 
Twist and peruse
Kangol hats and Farah slacks 
Or three button grey suits

Patent shoes gleam 
Setting off black gold
Shapes shift inna de dance 
Red Stripe served cold

Cause I’m inna blues ya get me
I’m bluesin till forever 
I’m inna blues you no see it
Haul and pull up my selector

Canei and tu shung peng
Mind liberation
Bass drop and lick two shot
Dub syncopation

Little gyal dem wan flex
Batty ride and lace less 
Mek way for real queens 
Rastafari respect

Nubian ladies and true Nyabinghi’s 
Step righteous to D.B.
Sugar Minott and Mr Paul
First name Frankie

Dub plates enticing 
Wheel and come again
You hafi bring it back bredren
Aah my tune dat, sehn?

Cause I’m inna blues ya get me
I’m bluesin till forever 
I’m inna blues you no see it
Haul and pull up my selector

Thunderbird and Sensi
A coup d’etat to the brain
Fingers form hand guns 
Load bullets and aim

Zungu zung
Zugu zungu zeng
Rewind it star
Yellowman again

Bass bins tremble 
Walls shake to embrace
V-Rocket soundclash
Jus’ nice up the place

Girls lookin’ criss
Lord have some mercy 
I’m a Lenton man still
You know how we work it

The blues and twos
Roll by real quiet
Galang Mr Copper
You don’t want this fire

Cause I’m inna blues ya get me
I’m bluesin till forever 
I’m inna blues you no see it
Haul and pull up my selector