From the days of slavery
All emphasis was given
To the economy
No one ever care
Whether we live, whether we die
We only existed te satisfy
The massah's greed
And every breath we breed
Te was te answer te his need
Picked he cotton, planted he corn
Cut he sugar cane
Reap he salt
While we were treated
With scorn
We grow their economy
To make them rich and wealthy
But nobody ever
Care ’bout we
Abolition came
But nothing did change
The exploitation continue
Just the same
Nobody caring fo we
The politicians more interested
In balancing the budget
And developing the economy
By caring fo the tourist industry
But nobody caring fo we
All they have fo we
Is some underpaying task
Or ah position at ah lower
Class
With no health care
No pension fund
Low compensation
In not even ah vacation
’Cauz fo we they just
Don’t care
Fo their wealth with we
They wouldn’t share
So we move from cultivation
On the plantation
To tourism and leisure vacation
But still remain the servant
To the massah
And we are consider the children
Of ah lesser God
Carriers of water and hewers
Of wood
So nobody care about us
As they should
So we are refused our share
In the pie
And our only promise
Is to have a better life
When we die
Up in the sky
Nobody care about us
Down here
Raymond Helligar aka “Big Ray”
