low whisper
Gone...
Left...
Ghost voice pon di wind...

You left... (left... left...)
But stay... (stay... stay...)
"How are you?"... (how are you... you... you...)
No heart... (no heart... art... art...)
No fire... (no fire... fire... ire...)
Ghost mouth talk... (talk... talk... talk...)

🎶 How are you?
Ghost talking...
No feeling...
Ghost walking...
Better silence...
Better true...
Than a ghost pretending you! 🎶

Mouth moving... soul missing...
Wind talking...
Nothing listening...

Left your... shape... (shape... ape... ape...)
Left your... smile... (smile... ile... ile...)
No light... inside... (side... side...)
Only... goodbye... (bye... bye... bye...)

🎶 How are you? (you? you? you?)
🎶 Ghost pretending... ghost pretending...
🎶 Puppet smile... puppet smile...

🎶 How are you...? (long echo)
🎶 Better silence... silence...
🎶 Than a ghost... ghost... ghost...
🎶 Pretending you... (huge reverb boom)

How Are You? (Dub Version)

Tick... tick...
Clock hit noon —
Lunchroom... tomb...
Buzz in the air like doom...
Pork an’ bread, clingfilm wrap —
No flavor... just one slap.
No label... no name...
Every day... feel the same...

Steel shelf behind I,
Concrete inna I head,
Black bread, dry pork,
Dreams already dead...
I take me seat like a bard in chains,
Look pon de plate — feel no gains.
Cold slice, no vibe, no spark...
Mi kingdom... for a condiment mark.

🎤 But ohhhh…
What dat light mi see?
Shining gold... across de sea...
A tube — mighty, wild or mild,
Strong in taste… mercy child!
🎤 [echo: child… child…]

🎶 Can I borrow… your mustard? (Yeah, mon… just a squeeze)
Just a flame fi de pork, make it breathe.
Mi no teef — mi just a man,
Chasin’ tang where'er I can. 🎶
🎶 Lend I a squirt, just a little taste,
Fi turn mi sorrow into sweet paste.
Return de tube? Maybe, mi brudda…
But flavor like dat? Mi cyaan find anuddah. 🎶

Scan de table like radar pan sea,
Condiment hunt, desperate plea.
Soul like fog, eyes like scan,
Mi just a hungry… mustard man.
And dere it is — tube bent, used,
Worn label… life abused.
Still mi ask with quiet prayer:
“Spare a drop, if yuh dare…”

The last drop — gone, no trace,
Yet mi play it cool… with humble face.
No shame — just lore an’ style,
Fi a little blaze on dis lunchroom mile.

🎶 Could I borrow… your mustard, mi king?
One likkle squeeze fi flavor swing.
Mi bring no jar, mi bring no crown—
But mi bring a frown… dat need melt down. 🎶
🎶 Fi real, mi nah judge, mi nah fuss,
Mi just a man… dat borrows too much.
So pass di tube — no pride, no hate,
Mi only want… to elevate. 🎶

Plastic meal, plastic fate...
Bread like sorrow... pork won’t wait.
Life in clingfilm, sealed an’ sad,
Borrowed bliss… all I ever had.
You laugh? You mock mi plan?
But in dat mustard — mi feel like man.
A yellow stream, a dubby beam...
One drop... mi lunchtime dream.

🎶 Can I borrow... your mustard, one last dance?
Let mi soul taste... sweet romance.
One final burst… before mi go,
Back to chain... and work below. 🎶
🎶 You see mi there... eyes full of crust,
No gold, no fame — just flavor lust.
So if mi beg… with hungry trust...
You know mi heart… lend mi your must. 🎶

*(Mustard… is di sweat of gods…)
(Fi it… mi would sin…)
(Lunch break done. Back to Babylon...)
(Tick… Tick… Tick…)
[deep dub echo trailing off]

The Mustard Moocher (Dub Version)

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