Belly 4K 1998

Mom, I'm from Jamaica, I was born in a T-shirt. I could have been in a sweatshirt for my superstitions in the far north, chopping wood instead of reading the words aloud. Yes, fate has been kind to me. I'm in business now, I'm selling, but not on the corners, I'm not some gop, small wholesale is my business, I do it bravely, skillfully.

Well, judge for yourself: I've been friends with the boys for a long time, that's the movie. We climbed up from the streets to the high priests, but still we got no taste. Success makes our heads spin, but there's not enough for all of us, and soon the question will arise: Who's going to throw who? And what will happen to us? See for yourself.

Anyway, here's the deal: Three people wrote the script, looking over our shoulders and asking, "What's up?" And so we got "Belly." But it's not our fault that our life story is too rambling and garish, with an homage to Martin Luther King, a conversation as soul-satisfying as it is distinctive. Yes, we're steeped in lies and treachery, but that's the way things are; yes, a lot of people will die, we've crossed the paths of very influential people, they won't forget about us; yes, we live outside the law - without tension and at ease: yes, our lives are under threat (nothing personal - just business). All in all, it's an African-American, kid's life.

Looking at us and chewing on our pineapple, some might ask, "Why did you have to call in the weird talents, the rap musicians?" Because they don't have a heart for Jah's music. But if you think with your head, the answer is obvious and all too simple: It's such black PR that, alas, it didn't justify itself. Wider open your eyes, what's in the frame, what's out there, a surefire scheme works: crisp guys - murky subject matter.