Mi Still Talk Soh Poem by Tyrone Gayle

Wipe out yoh eye dem, doh mek di foreign settings fool yoh,
Mi tongue fya red wid di native talk 'til mi teeth dem affi a bawl cool noh,
A true Jackass, di world noh level, beca yoh cah put dis inna Google Translate,
But wen mi mouth a fly, people look pon mi like mi a Bogle weh dance great,

Jah kno, mi heart did drop pon di grung wen a yaadie ask if mi still talk pat wah,
Mi is not a Chronixx concert, soh mi nah sell out, weh mi a duh dat fah,
Wait, get a comb, doh get it knot up, mi can speak English like a news ancha,
If not, people will mek up dem face like Glen Titus, di acta,

Cuh ya, how mi soh confident, mus be di exposure to di Barlife,
C-Bar, di High School, noh di place weh sell a lot a liquor at night,
It convenient eeh, di cuz side a mi, graduate from di school of Claude Mckay,
Deh man deh was a great Jamaican poet, son, work hard, a dat mi mama say,

Stick noh bruck inna mi ears, soh mi listen good, cah mi a di eldest child,
Woiii! Masa God gi mi sum skills, soh to di world mi affi gi di wickedest style.