Maka Dimweh
by Anthony Joseph
From the album: The Rich Are Only Defeated When Running for Their Lives
Track 3 of 6 on The Rich Are Only Defeated When Running for Their Lives (2021).
Duration: 6:45
Lyrics for Maka Dimweh
Macka, Macka, Macka Dimwear Macka Dimwear Macka Dimwear was a soldier in the Guyanese Army Get sent up to Jim Jones' territory to clean up corpses Notorious in the news when the mark bus Was the tent and the altar, the barrel And the upturned mouths of the faithful In that camp nation, poison But up there in them jungle Had money to find Good U.S. currency These army men find, yeah Men find money all under rock, stone and tutu Money dash 'way like toilet paper Well, honey, I am bound to go These people don't need money where they're going, ha Fellas find money wrapped up in kerchief and socks Dead people money, jaw-grind pornography And jewels, gold and white pearl, ruby, lapis lazuli Men find keys for motorcar, park up quite in America Like bushmeat the immigrant want to Eat but can't bring back from dream But no matter what trick they try Or what hole they fold it in That same Macka Dimwear He woulda find it anywhere Big, bad Macka Dimwear He find it anywhere Big, bad Macka Dimwear, yeah Find it anywhere Macka watch his best friend, Bodie Get rip out by a cutlass coming back from fishing And fall on the slippery rocks above the bay Capsize and enter between the ribbing Rip out his particulars And the boy body beat up 'til his liver get frightened 'Til his bile spill out like the white milk of egg And the scent was of snakes in the garden after the rain Eyes wide open and rolling 'round the skull Turn back and come again Rock back and turn back and kick back and come again Rain falling on the sea Fish falling out the bucket And since that day Since that day Macka coulda never eat no meat That same Macka Dimwear Macka, Macka, Macka Dimwear, oh Big, bad Macka Dimwear, hee Same Macka Dimwear, oh Oh, Lord, sky Hey, television Macka run Florida Catch jail for DUI Macka go Brooklyn Hear the jungle now, oh, Lord Macka bust a man chest in New York And then five more years in Uncle Sam jail That same Macka Dimwear Macka, Macka, Macka Dimwear Rock back and come again Turn back and kick back and rock back and come again Turn back and come again Rock back and come back and kick back Oh, Lord, sky Oh, Lord Macka Dimwear Macka Dimwear