Through a bloodline
My grandmother line
My father in this line
...That later to I
I am what I see
Never born the land
But the land was born in me
All I see, black, yellow and green
Saluting my distant flag
Chanting in my native tongue
I know where I was born
But I know where my family is from
The music is in me
The land is in me
The talk, run hard wid weh
Its what I know
The spirit I and I see in me
I'm descendant
I am Jamaican by blood
Not what you see
One Blood.....
By LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner
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