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Ghetto Racine

Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade(Sak pase)
This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!!
Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo(Kenbe zam nou)
Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo(Pa tire Pa tire)
Paske si se pat pou moun poo
Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef
Mwen pa sou bo no
Mwen pa sou bo sud
Mwen pa sou bo les
Mwen pa sou Bo wes
Msou bo bel dam yo
Neg ki gen zam yo
Neg ki sere Bob Marley nan choset yo
Le police kenbe yo yo tire yo
Le imigrasyon pran yo yo depote yo
Neg kwa des bouke yo
Neg kap fe grimo
Yo di yo fe gri paske peyi pa gen lajan o
Peyi pa gen Lajan Kanaval Chak ane o
Lajan pou kanaval fok gen lajan pou manje o

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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Jaspora

Men sa le monde antye tap tann
Wyclef ki sot nan fugee.
Jeremi! ayiti! potoprins! flatbush!
Souw fy deskow se ayisyen mache
Dyaspora npa respekte dyaspora (4 fwa)
Depwi mwen piti mwen te kite ayiti
Gen sa ki al brooklyn gen sa ki al miami
Poukisa jamariken toujou di se jamariken?
Men ayisyen p di li se ayisyen
Poukisa ou p di nonw se samyl?
Poukisa ou p diw avek izrayl?
Poukisa chak swa wap domi ak jezabl?
Ou p di fanm ayisyen ke yo bl?
Pam nan bl
Mwen respekte nonw tankou mwen
Respekte zanj gabriyl
Men ng dyaspora vle mennen nou nan otl
Tonben pale angl vire playboy channel
Yo pa respekte izrayl
Dyaspora npa respekte dyaspora

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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Dialogue In Verse

_Jack._ Seest thou not yon farmer's son?
He hath stoln my love from me, alas!
What shall I do? I am undone;
My heart will ne'er be as it was.
O, but he gives her gay gold rings,
And tufted gloves [for] holiday,
And many other goodly things,
That hath stoln my love away.

_Friend._ Let him give her gay gold rings
Or tufted gloves, were they ne'er so [gay];
[F]or were her lovers lords or kings,
They should not carry the wench away.

_Jack._ But 'a dances wonders well,
And with his dances stole her love from me:
Yet she wont to say, I bore the bell
For dancing and for courtesy.

_Dick._ Fie, lusty younker, what do you here,

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poem by Christopher Marlowe
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The Old Man with the Broken Arm

At Hsin-fëng—an old man—four-score and eight;
The hair on his head and the hair of his eyebrows—white as the new snow.
Leaning on the shoulders of his great-grandchildren, he walks in front of the Inn;
With his left arm he leans on their shoulders; his right arm is broken.
I asked the old man how many years had passed since he broke his arm;
I also asked the cause of the injury, how and why it happened.
The old man said he was born and reared in the District of Hsin-fëng;
At the time of his birth—a wise reign; no wars or discords.
“Often I listened in the Pear-Tree Garden to the sound of flute and song;
Naught I knew of banner and lance; nothing of arrow or bow.
Then came the wars of T’ien-pao and the great levy of men;
Of three men in each house—one man was taken.
And those to whom the lot fell, where were they taken to?
Five months’ journey, a thousand miles—away to Yiin-nan.
We heard it said that in Yiin-nan there flows the Lu River;
As the flowers fall from the pepper-trees, poisonous vapors rise.
When the great army waded across, the water seethed like a cauldron;
When barely ten had entered the water, two or three were dead.
To the north of my village, to the south of my village the sound of weeping and wailing,
Children parting from fathers and mothers; husbands parting from wives.

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poem by Bai Juyi
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Sang Fezi

(chorus)
Ki ayisien kap dIm map mache new-york san fezi
(which haitian says I walk in new-york without a gun)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man yall lying)
L? bum yo ginbe ou yo devore ou se l? ou mouri police vini
(when the bum catches you they eat you up its when you die the police comes)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man yall lying)
Pendenm kanpe sou flatbush mwen wou? on police ap vini
(while standing on flatbush I saw the a cop comin)
Li di mwen map vann drg
(he said Im selling drug)
Mwen di mon ch? ou menti
(I told man youre lying)
Li vin poul vin chekem mwen di mwen pa gen anyen
(he came to check me out I told him I had nothing)
Se nan yon ti bal mwen tapwal la pou cheke on ti zen
(I was going to a party to check the 411)
Big up big up phantom mwen renmen tabou combo

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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Dentist Dan

Nentis Nan, he's my man,
I go do im each chanz I gan.
He sicks me down an creans my teed
Wid mabel syrub, tick an' sweed,
An ten he filks my cavakies
Wid choclut cangy - I tink he's
The graygest nentis in the lan.
Le's hear free jeers for Nentis Nan.
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-o oray!
Le's go to Nentis Nan dooday!

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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So Long For Now

You look so peaceful lying there
With your hands folded upon your chest.
You look like you are sleeping
But you are at eternal rest.
So Long For Now.

Not a hair out of place,
Your make-up nicely done,
A beautiful smile upon your lips -
For now you are with Absalom.
When someone special passes on
It does not mean they are gone,
Though they are no longer with us
Their memory still lives on.
It hurts so much to lose a friend -
Especially one that is trustworthy and kind.
Nan Legge, you were that special friend,
A rare and special find.
Nan Legge, you will always be with me
In spirit and in mind.

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poem by Jayesh Patel
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Yel

*Tropical music playing in background*
Wyclef (echo):
Yo, yo, I wanna give a shout-out
to the world.
This is Wyclef, cold-chillin'
out here with my pina-colada.
Yeah, baby.
I'm in the islands, cold relaxin'.
Right about now the carnival's
gonna change phases.
If you got your ticket, man,
you're allowed to come with me.
Yo, for right now I'm gonna
chill in the beach,
check out the pretty girls
layin' back.
You know how we do, playa yo.
I'm out here in the sun, baby,
it's all good!
Si ou gin zorey, tand,

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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Yele

*tropical music playing in background*
Wyclef (echo):
Yo, yo, I wanna give a shout-out
To the world.
This is wyclef, cold-chillin
Out here with my pina-colada.
Yeah, baby.
Im in the islands, cold relaxin.
Right about now the carnivals
Gonna change phases.
If you got your ticket, man,
Youre allowed to come with me.
Yo, for right now Im gonna
Chill in the beach,
Check out the pretty girls
Layin back.
You know how we do, playa yo.
Im out here in the sun, baby,
Its all good!
Si ou gin zorey, tand,

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song performed by Wyclef Jean
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Dear Jack

Dear Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill,
And drink to the health of sweet Nan of the Hill,
Was once Tommy Tosspot's, as jovial a sot
As e'er drew a spigot, or drain'd a full pot—
In drinking all round 'twas his joy to surpass,
And with all merry tipplers he swigg'd off his glass.

One morning in summer, while seated so snug,
In the porch of his garden, discussing his jug,
Stern Death, on a sudden, to Tom did appear,
And said, 'Honest Thomas, come take your last bier.'
We kneaded his clay in the shape of this can,
From which let us drink to the health of my Nan.

poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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