Poems and Songs The Cosmo's Garrison: Yami Bolo

By Roland E. McLean

Life in the ghettos is a struggle everyday, and youths around the world are trapped in garrisons, music dances, songs and poetry are the only escape for the children of the ghetto. This book is livicated to all the youthman of the world living in the garrison, we pray for more love in the cosmos garrison.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 29, 2024
• ISBN: 9798369415665

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CONTENTS

Foreword

Introduction

Preface

Ready Anytime

People Are Suffering

Honey Rain

Move

Don’t Touch Me

Run from the Wicked

Eradicate All Violence

Don’t Destroy

More than Enough

Insecure

More Than

Love Lives Forever

Fighting Crime

From the Mouth

Failed Again

Love Is Crying

Brave People

We Rocking

Man in Fear

Powers

Call upon Negus

Forever and Ever

Love for Each Other

Overdose of Love

Living Hell

Convert for Me

King Man Lion

Love, Fill My Heart

Jah Jah the Conqueror

Human Life

Love Knocking

Wickedness

Fingers on the Triggers

Love You So

Joy, Love, and Peace

Destroying Nations

Violent Times

Poverty, the Big Rock

Live Together

Viperous Vipers

Need Your Healing

Don’t Break It

Jah Is Love

Mr. Truth Sounds

War, War, War,

In the Park after Dark

All We’ve Got

Crime and Violence

Noxious World

For the Fame

All about Us

Love and Understanding

Under Stress

In My Room, In My Room, In My Room

My Baby Said

No Puppy Show

Na Mash It Up

Fighting, Fighting

Fear Not

Scary

Whole Day Loving

Inner City Youths

Sunshine Superstar

Forward the Love

Shellings

Curfew

Don’t Take No Part

Stop the Oppression

She Wanna

Just Walked Away

Lovely Face

Love and No War

Wicked Kind of Love

Love and Respect

Music, Music, Music

Strappings

Culture Music

Pure Poverty

In the Morrow

Diliverus

Real Slow

Queeny

War Streets

Save Them

Instead of Love

Morning Coffee

Jah Love Will Rule the World

Mr. Rifle Man

Real Cold

Don’t Care

Need Love

Rescue the People

Perverse

Fight for Me

Jah Never Stops

Over Here

Evil Shall Fall

Save Us, Negus

Stronger than Hate

Violence in the World

Crying for Peace

Stay Far

Danger, Danger

Like Rain

Progressive Woman

Wickida

More Time

Come Feel My Love

Liberate Yourself

Stop Domestic Violence

Running the Game

Humbled

Upon the Earth

Break It Down

Peace Wanted

Jah’s Truth

Upon Their Heads

More than Yesterday

Overstand

Bag Juice

Nuclear Armageddon

Be Well

Lion in Babylon

Cosmos King

From Abyssinia

Morning Sun

Why Can’t They Love

Baby, You Changed

Build Up

Vicious World

Love Time

Gimme Some More

Love Bedrock

Belong to You

Desperate

My Treasure

Real Ghetto Baby

No Violence

Without Guns

Slave Ship

Alone

Joy and Peace

Try

Over Them

Lion Road

Mother-Son

Full-Time

Get Closer

A World in Danger

Food Table

By The Gun

High Music

Completely

Unrests

Violent Cosmos

Causalities

Leave Wickedness Alone

Keep

Jah Youths

Hurting Again

Love Overflows

War in the Garrisons

Suffering

Making my Life

Shedding of Blood

Stronger than Hate

Loud and Clear

Jah the Deliverer

Longwood Honey

Do Better

Die like That

Diamond Girl

Cruel Mentality

Beautiful Nazarene

Be My Woman

Bawl Out

Hot Town

Human Cruelty

Fight for You

Don’t Be Rude

Dark as Night

My Everything

Nah, Stop It

Most Youths

In the Name

Influence

A New Age

A Babylon

3 Live Rounds

See You Baby

Serving

She Needs

Skin Color

States of Africa

Stay Here Tonight

Stop Shooting

Stressless

Life of Crime

Trials and Afflictions

Human Community

My Time

Evil People

Leaving Him

Generation

A Different Day

Give You Loving

Beautiful Woman

In a Time

Mr. Big Man

Lover and Friend

Hungry

First Floor

In Love with You

Rich Man’s Game

Outcry

Gun Towns

Love Day

Surviving

Slow

For My Lady

Global Warning

Embrace

Forgive

The Man Can’t Breathe

Troubled People

Love Me Right

Bad Business

It’s Right

Diamond Touch

Good Love for You

Love and Blessings

No Talk

Little Girls

Mr. Assassinator

Wanted

Never Satisfied

Treasure Chest

Slowly

Drop That Weapon

In Love with You

Like a Lady

Love Again

Unite Together

Coming In

Love Time

Brutalities

Gotta Move

Respect

Hungry People

Can’t We Agree

Who She Love

Shoot and Kill

Loving Partners

Fantastic Woman

Unacceptable

Mr. Nuclear Man

Mr. Bad Man

Love Is You

Love Is Our Protection

Duppy Makers

Beautiful Women

Beautiful Song

Don’t Explain

How I Feel

Get Up and Work

Traumatized

Inject the World with Love

More Love in the Garrisons

Loves Lifeline

Baby Run Away

Beautiful and Sweet

Campaign Genocide

Coming Over

Destroying the World

Fall like the Rain

Free Up Earth’s People

I Will Save You

In the Muse

Internet Man

Keep You Down

Love Feelings for You

Love Lifts

Love is the Light

Love Key, Baby, Baby, Baby

Love Live

Lovers Coronation

Loving for You

More than Love ’n Money

Most Highly Excellent

Music in My Head

Of Order

People Are Dying

Sacrifice Not Morality

Sad World

Scare Demic

Stop from Killing

Sweet Honey Love

Blessed Love

Brutal War Zone

Busted

Dem wicked

Doggie on Her Back

Find a Way

Forever and Ever

Give Me Music

Love Is My Name

Loves Children

More Lovers

Not Today

Notes of Love

Nuclear Armageddon

Opera

Rasta God

Red

Satan Gun

Special Black

Still in Bondage

Stop All Violence

The Big Guns

The Empress

The Guns

The Treat

The Youths

Wickedness

Zion Man

FOREWORD

Warren Bailey

From the days of being a fan to promoter to now friends, I have the insights and knowledge of author Rolando McLean aka Yami Bolo to script this foreword. It’s truly an honor. There are a slew of reasons you should read this organic collection of poems. Firstly, it is as authentic as ever. Secondly, almost too much has been written about the garrison communities in Jamaica; however, very little pay tribute to the zeal and dynamism like this author has. Unlike scholastic writers, these poems reflect Rolando McLean’s lived experience that has guided him and inspired him for his entire life. He has never forgotten where he came from. This book seals that fact for good.

It’s important to note it was in back in 2010 during one of our profound conversations that I learned of the burning desire Rolando McLean had to pay homage to his inner city roots in the form of a few poems. Please enjoy them in your own way.

Warren Bailey

INTRODUCTION

Greetings, beautiful and lovely people of the world, in the name of the king of kings, lord of lords, the conquering lion of Judah. My name is Rolando E. McLean, a.k.a. Yami Bolo.

I am a singer, songwriter, and a music man, an ardent lover of Jah, Jah Music, Jah Children, and Jah’s people. I was born in Kingston 13, Jamaica, West Indies, in a little town called Whitfield Town. They would call it the Garrison. We lived in an area called two miles along the Spanish Town Road. I lived with my grandmother; Aunt Sarah Archer; my mother, Beverly Emanuel; my big brother, Baba; and my two sisters, Pearl and little sister Karen. We attended the St. Andrew Primary School in Kingston 13 area. We also attended the Philadelphia Church in the Greenwich Farm area, which Grandma Sarah would let us attend every Sunday morning.

We heard the sounds of gunshots regularly, and when it comes to politics’ time, it was like living in a war zone. Mama prayed for our protection. And she would say to me, Come and read the Bible with me. It was surprising to see how she corrected me each time I spoke the wrong words. She showed me how to pronounce the words from the Bible verses.

From Greenwich Farm to two miles unto three miles from Bacto Tivoli Rema, Arnette Gardens, a.k.a. the Jungle, South Africa, and other world garrisons are all the same. A garrison is a garrison. And it’s run by an area leader or a don. I cannot change the crimes and violence that is happening in the world presently, but this I can do. Poems and songs to unify and uplift the minds of the youths from the cosmos’s garrisons, all coming through inspirations and Jah-filled vibrational sounds from the cosmos’s garrisons of the world. Poverty, starvation, political gang violence, and illiteracy in the ghettos has caused more crimes, executions, extortions, intimidation with an illegal weapon, armed robberies, rapes, and many gang and gun violence.

Many intelligent youths with ambition and good education have been caught up under the ghetto jungle canopy. Some hunting for food were unjustifiably triggered happy shooters. Some called it ghetto justice.

Children and decent people live in fear for their lives, and so many are the cries of the mothers and broken-hearted families. It hurts us to see the innocent youths dying and bleeding out by this one-eyed monster called the gun—the most dangerous weapon man has ever invented. From time to time, youth in the cosmos’s garrisons are caught up in the system of criminality and in quest for power and leadership of the block or corner or turf. Many had ended up in the prisons or the cemeteries for the power and fame and the glory of the game. Things seems to be the same. While the people envision a positive change, the robberies and killings of any people is now a pandemic destruction and a present threat to all humanity. Brothers are slaughtering each other, and it’s happening all over the world. Our vision and mission is to see a more compassionate, loving, helping, and unified world.

I hope the youths of the world can learn something from these anthems, poems, and songs from the cosmos’s ghetto garrisons.

Rolando E. McLean, a.k.a. Yami Bolo

Singer, Songwriter, and Musician—Yam Euphony Music Inc.

PREFACE

Life in the ghettos is a struggle, and every day, youths in the inner city and around the world are trapped in the garrisons. In every ghettos, there is a garrison music. Dancing, singing songs, DJ or chanting, and poetry are the only escape for the suffering youths and children of these ghetto garrisons.

The ghettos are ravaged by crime, poverty, gang violence, domestic violence, corruption, and extortion.

Political frictions, rivalries, bandits, bad men, friends, con artists, and enemies, all beings are part of the world human family.

This book is livicated to all the youths and people of the world who are living in the garrisons.

We pray for more love and unity in the cosmos’s garrisons.

Rolando E. McLean

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READY ANYTIME

I am ready any time you’re ready

Some call you a Ras while

Some call you a dready

Say I’m ready any time you are ready

Let keep our love steady

She wanna role with Dicky and Harry

She wanna be with Freddie and Jerry

From the sweet I rock to the morning coffee

She wanna come back to big papy

We gonna lock up the city

‘Cause she so fabulous and pretty

More sweeter than a honey candy

Me say me ready any time you’re ready

Some baby say love is nothing without money

Me say me ready any time you’re ready

Baby my love

Gonna keep you happy

Life is jah jah blessing

Time will teach us all a lesson

Gotta be more loving and caring

And stay away from all bad cursing, yeah

Throw away the sadness

Live and be happy

Let us work together

To fulfill love’s destiny

PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING

Love had never told a lie

Why must the earth’s children die

I don’t like to see when mothers cry

Poor people needed more food supplies

Their human rights are being denied

Crack cocaine

Will make the brain fry

The leader ran away

The poor people never knew why

Rasta man are chanting Jah Rastafari

Poor people are suffering

Lord knows

Save the children who are dying

Oh, oh, oh

Poor people are suffering

Lord knows

Save the children who are dying

Oh, oh

I say the fire keeps on burning

The little babies, they were screaming

Many families are hungry

Cities are destroyed by crime and poverty

Youths are now young mammys and pappys

Many were just babies

Wearing their nappies

Now they are walking with an arms called the shottie

Don’t blame on the Ras, the dread, nor the notty

Gotta protect Mother Earth’s families

Poor people are suffering

Gotta stop the killings and fighting

Why are they destroying

When they should be building

Gun wars are what the youths are playing

Human lives need food for surviving

For peace and love, the mothers were praying

Some have no clean water for drinking

Many are hearing

But not heeding

Mother Earth had giving out her warning

For human love long time she has been waiting

Now she is bleeding

‘Cause human beings are not listening

HONEY RAIN

It’s raining honey

And I need your love

More than money

You are royalty from above

It’s raining honey

You are love made from true love

It’s raining honey

And I need to share your love

I need love to guide and protect me

Love is our friend

When feeling sad or lonely

If you are missing your one and only

Pick up the phone and call me

Love is for you and love is for me

So, baby, come and love me tenderly

MOVE

Chorus

Move

You got nothing to prove

Move

You got nothing to lose

Move

And rock with the groove

Move

Love is what I will choose

Move

Put on your music shoes

Move

And sing away the blues

Move

I am getting you into the groove

And move

I am staying in the mews

Move

Jah’s teachings are the great news

Move

Saying you got nothing to lose

Move

You got nothing to prove

Move

We don’t need no bad mood

I got a good attitude

Move

To reach the high

Altitude

He got a knife in is hand

Move

He’s got a gun in his hand

Move

You didn’t do nothing wrong

Move

There is only

Love in my song

Move

Man showed

Disrespect, just remove

Move

DON’T TOUCH ME

Don’t touch me

You got lipstick on your shirt, (she said)

Don’t touch me

Too many time you make me hurt my head

Don’t touch me

You’re no longer sleeping in my bed

Don’t touch me

You’ve got her hair

All over your dreads

Don’t touch me

You don’t know how much I’m really worth

Don’t touch me

Too many times you make my feelings hurt

Where are you coming from this late

I’ve been waiting for you since six and now it’s eight

Say you needed a wife

And that you gonna treat her right

You said no more lying, no more fights

But now you’re coming home later every night

Love has never been black or white

Love is truth when we are living right

I feel so happy, baby, when you’re in my sight

So hug me tight

Baby, until the morning lights