[Lyric] I WRITE - Live (PHOENIX JAMES)

I said it before
So I'm only going to say it once
I write for those born on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th day of the month
I write for monks and Christians
Nuns and Hare Krishnas
Those who carry guns and ammunition
All governmental systems
Arabians, Muslims and ancient Egyptians
I write for all those in life desiring higher positions
I write for the man on a mission
And the independent woman making her own decisions
I write for Buddhists, Jews and Rastafarians
Hindus, vegans, meat eaters and vegetarians
I write for lawyers and librarians
Historians, Taureans and Aquarians
Sagittarians and all the others
I write for baby mothers
And baby fathers
Barbers
I write for the fishmongers down at the Barbados harbours
For the governments trying to starve us
Or retard us from feeding us garbage
I write for nurses and doctors
Surgeons, pilots in planes and helicopters
Hip-hoppers
Gatecrashers and show stoppers
Police and traffic-blockers
Menders
Street-vendors on street corners
Coroners and mourners
I write for crack heads and kids on mopeds
Divorcees and newlyweds
Widows and weed heads
I write for the dead
I write for presidents of countries
Asses and monkeys
Junk food junkies
Girls that dumped me
And the mob that once jumped me
I write for rapists and serial killers
Ex-cons and escaped prisoners
I write for forgiveness
I write pain because I live this
I write with vividness
To create vivid pictures with vivid images
I write for infidelity and religiousness
Believers and atheists
I write for the craziest and the laziest
I write for geologists and ufologists
All scientists in all sciences in all fields
I write for big deals so I can eat comfortably and not have to steal
I write what I feel
Hardly fictitious when it’s all real
It's what knowledge is
I write for theologists
And fools
Colleges and schools
Tutors and students
Unions and movements
I write for health and institutions of self-improvement
I write for new-born babies
Men in uniform and scorned old ladies
I write for queens and kings
A drunkard
And two tramps going through rubbish bins
Natives and foreigners
Old war heroes and warriors
Emergency services and couriers
Beggars and borrowers
Campaign leaders
And followers
I write for United Nations
Illegal organisations
Miseducation
And my own denomination
Among the commuters of a packed out train station
I write for the man who tills the plantation
I write for aggravation and lack of patience
I write for maniacs and psychos
With no diagnosed head cases
I write in strange places
Sometimes alone, sometimes among strange faces
I write for status
And for those who think it's wrong for me to want to be famous
I write shameless
Not careless or aimless
I write for world peace
I write for rappers, actors, singers and athletes
I write for night clubbers and lovers
Sisters and brothers
My one-night stands with no rubbers
I write for poetry and MC
For mic love and CD
For collection and PC
For music and movie
For dub and publicity
For love and unity
I write for you
I write for me
So hopefully we can see now
That the hand that writes
Is as good as the hand
That holds the plough