chop bush

been feelin posty lately. this little gem here is classic example of Jamaican tongue in cheek. reggae music comes off as happy party music, smokin ganja and thing. but in reality it's a powerful force of social criticism and also a way to cope with the struggles of daily life. be sure to get the upcoming issue of Foulweather #2, The Beach for an essay on my time in Jamaica, ghetto youths and nine nights.

"ey bwoy, what yuh wan do with dat cutlass."
"i gwine chop bush yuh know rasta. a so I do it brejren. I an I is a coutry man gone a foreign land"