Pumping Iron
My arms are strong and my hands are calloused I work on the building sight on those hot Jamaican days They carry, cut, and bend iron Iron that keeps the blocks in place when The earth quakes or the hurricanes come. My arms are strong and my hands are calloused I make love to my woman on those hot Jamaican nights They carry, cup and bend her body Arms that keep her in place When the earth shakes or the hurricanes come |