Treasure Isle


Jamaica mi born and grow,
many hard times mi haffi go thru,
And I’d neva give up for I’m than talented, I’m gifted,
I am a treasure isle native,
Oh you had no clue,
Many sweet streets ran,
elevated thoughts never lifted,
Amongst the luscious green leaved trees,
love abounds ever true,
Infused with joys of flora and juiced well spirited,
Calm overtakes all and sniffles the occasional flare,
A heavenly haven as no other,
a jewel well misted.

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