Ah not fooling myself, it’s true you din ask me
But here in this dear land recently
Guyanese, this is who we all are.
I learned easy does it, but first have a plan
Stay quiet and learn from the folks
I know to clap roti, a gal showed me show
And we say “Mister, sell me a Cokes”.
I remember the black dust upon the train line
I’m a Guyanese soul through and through.
Hear what I saying, don’t dash it away
Write it down somewhere, all this that I say
I’m sure it will come in handy one day
If you’re Guyanese, yes, this is you.
Nuff ones among us say we’ll be all right
Take time, they will tell you, cool breeze
So hang in there brother and sister too, please
Celebrate who you are, Guyanese!
