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333

by d'bi.

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1.
moon: hi my name is moon phoenix: I am phoenix moon: welcome to 333 phoenix: welcome to 333 moon & phoenix: in the beginning…
2.
tallawah 03:36
mi waan fi ask fiwi wi people if wi have amneshah cuz inna jamaica whole heapa wi a fallah di u.s. of imperialist amerikkka wid wi benz wi lex and ofcourse wi beama fame money and drugs is weh wi a defend nobody nuh remembah way back when di maroons did fight against dem enslavement kill off di dyam english spanish and french send dem back weh dem come from gain independence united we stand di divided mus repent (repeat) where di british leave off di amerikkkans start want a new playground when cuba kick dem raas going all around di world selling amerikkkkan dreams jamaicans don’t buy dis babylonian scheme dem tief di resources di lan dem suh bold export crack cocaine fi kill di young an di old biggest arms smuggler pon disya world scene dem gi wi pickney big gun fi kill dem bright ghetto dream politicians don’t give a shit about di state a di country dem sell-out to amerikkkka fi mek nuff money bogus election wid only two party ave jamaicans kill jamaicans while dem feel haughty if yuh walk pon di street whole heapa starving pickney government nah provide no opportunity people mus ave access to basic necessity only a revolution will end disya poverty chorus and do you know what it means to have revolution and do you know what it means to find a solution and do you know what it means to save our nation a revolution a revolution a revolution (repeat song)
3.
jazz 04:06
d’bi you ever wonder about self-love? you ever wonder how to achieve self-love when you living in a world full-up of images that tell you to do the exact opposite? yeah mi tink bout dem tings deh you know. I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me how could you love me and treat me this way these old habits old habits die hard at the end of the day (repeat) I woke up this morning saw you staring at me in the mirror and you didn’t greet me didn’t say hi tell me why you turned your head and started to cry tell me why d’bi. you can’t you look me in the eye you don’t love me, you don’t love me tell me d’bi. what have you been told what have they sold you d’bi. what have you been told don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say these old habits die hard at the end of the day at the end of the day I saw you d’bi. chopping some cane saw that man being savage as you screamed in vain I saw your children sold in bondage for a candle stick you’re not a mother you’re a breeder and you cracked unda dat whip tell me d’bi. what have you been told what have they sold you d’bi. what have you been told don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say these old habits die hard at the end of the day at the end of the day I saw you studying until it was 6am saw you working until it was 10am saw you going to school until 4pm saw you playing black nanny till 10pm saw you cooking-cleaning-washing-feeding- taking care of your your man does he give a damn about your calloused hands your aching back your tired feet your breaking heart five hundred years five hundred years and whenever I go by the friendly corner store I can’t deny the urge of wanting magazines galore these images of beauty are haunting taunting me these images of beauty sailing shipwrecked off at sea these images of beauty they cannot set me free they cannot set me free and like a festering sore keep wanting more and more and more they help to cultivate my internal self hate vultures flying in the sky waiting to prey on I an I waiting to prey on I an I waiting to prey on I an I an I an I an I woke up this morning saw me staring at me in the mirror and I didn’t greet me didn’t say hi tell me why I turned my head and started to cry tell me why d’bi. why can’t I look me in the eye I don’t love me I don’t love me I don’t love me tell me d’bi. what have I been told what have they sold me d’bi. what have I been told don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say these old habits die hard at the end of the day at the end of the day (repeat) I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me (repeat) I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me I love you d’bi. no you’re lying to me (repeat) tell me d’bi. what have you been told what have they sold me d’bi. what have you been told don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say these old habits die hard at the end of the day at the end of the day
4.
d’bi. this one goes out to my anita stewart original member of poets in unity, pioneer dubpoet and my mommy. begging is a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime walk down town one a dem days had to stand up a while and tek a good gaze di city is plagued and it reach a stage dat beggign is a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime seh begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime pickney deh a stoplight a wipe windscreen dem seh beg yuh a ten cent mam, yuh nuh see di glass clean di solushun to di problem by di war-crime police fine di pickney dem and further force dem fi tief lock dem inna jail, throw away di time who give a damn if punishment nuh fit di crime begging is a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime seh begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime riding on a bus, hear a womban a cuss mi baby faada left mi wid ten pickney suh mi last resort was to start start start walking in di city and beg beg beg hope dat mi get more than pity pity pity hope that mi get some clothes pon mi back and likkle food inna mi belly begging is a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime seh begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime I went to di bank today as I reach di door I hear somebody say beg yuh a 10 cent mam I see a man wid a pan in him hand say di pan was labeled help the disabled! went to the church hear parson a preach give what you have because the lord will give you more give what you have cuz there is something more in store give what you have mi seh fi give what yuh have mi seh fi give what you give what yuh give what yuh have and him start emulate christ wid di plate mi tink to myself does di beggar ever guh inna di holy warmth of the church no! him just a trod beggar don’t guh church for di fear of di rod beggar don’t guh church for di fear of di rod beggar don’t guh church for di fear of di rod and di shout get out! get out! get out! get out! get out! begging is a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime it cyaan be a crime (repeat 8) begging is a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing inna disya time it cyaan be a crime (repeat) begging cannot be a crime it cyaan be a crime (repeat 4) begging cannot be a crime d’bi. you know when you walk around the streets you see a lot of people begging you know. and then we have conversations about equality and freedom and liberation. well differently you know, if some of us are not free, then none of us are free. equality fi everybody zeen. fi everybody.
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kiss 05:02
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black girl (repeat) now mi know it taboo fi true but mi coudn’t keep dis yah information to miself mi first kiss wid a girl mi woulda haffi share it wid somebody else keeping it in would surely be a sin har lip dem curl in toward mi neva know what lick mi and all mi try mi couldn’t close mi yeye caz dis was not like when yuh kiss a bwoy and yuh lock yuh lid dem tight tight tight pretend you is a princess and him is a knight no it wasn’t like dat dis time I wanted to see when har lip dem touch mine feel wi mouth juice intertwine caress har teeth caress har gum and taste di womban sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweetah dan a man last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black girl and dem mi realice stop dead inna mi track so dat mi nearly ketch up heart attack miss merl is a black girl mi did a kiss har skin brown and shine like mine wid two dark lips har leg dem strong and thick like mine and wid di absence of dat dick di powah play was a trick caz dere was no powah play miss merl and in some small part a mi mind mi wish mi could freeze dat feeling in time and tek it out when mi feel oppressed and dispossessed caz inna disya powah structcha di black oomaan deh a di bottom a di laddah miss merl miss merl miss merl last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black girl and in some small part a mi mind mi really really wish mi could freeze dat feeling in time and tek it out when mi feel oppressed and dispossessed becaz inna disya powah structcha di black oomaan deh she deh she deh a di bottom of di laddah and suh when mi kiss dat black girl inna di middle a di light miss merl a di first time mi feel sexuality wid a hint of equality wid a hint of equality wid a hint of equality last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh last night inna di middle a di light miss merl seh mi kiss a black girl (repeat 4)
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bible & gun 01:41
dem cum wid a bible and a gun dem cum wid shackles and rum dem cum singing god save di queen god will save you too if yuh down on yuh knees for 500 years blood sweat and tears convert di afrikans brainwash di afrikans his eye is on di sparrow misogynist missionary work what an insanity inna di name of christianity moddah country want to boost har economy suh now you are a colony existing to feed white supremacy slave labour or indian indenture while yuh bow an scrape to a euro-centric faith stolen from ethiopia ripped from di womb of mama afrika my people do you remembah membah membah membah membah rise up my people rise up time to break these chains christianity was used to enslave we time dat we are free rise up my people rise up time to break these chains too long we have been living in captivity time dat we are free free free free free free free free free free
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cry cry baby 04:11
mama used to say to me cry cry baby moonshine darling dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz when you wake up in di morning everyting… mama I cyaan rememba what yuh used to seh to me cry cry baby moonshine darling dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz when you wake up in di morning… mama I woke up dis morning and still saw you hurrying and scurrying trying to mek it to work before six a clock I watch as yuh hands move in confusion you prepare breakfast lunch and dinner time no longah on your side yuh haffi mek a stride right off to slave labor mama what time did you wake up dis morning to mek sure dat everyting was right yuh get any sleep last night mama mama used to say to me cry cry baby moonshine darling dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz when you wake up in di morning everyting… mama I saw you in di corner trying to hide dem tears you fear I know mama dat yuh dawtha will breed and yuh son turn tief before fifteen yuh try to protect us from di ghetto life di ghetto life but di ghetto life is worth living becaz it makes you a stronger person mama it made you stronger it made you stronger mama used to say to me cry cry baby moonshine darling dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz when you wake up in di morning… mama di kids were mean to me today they teased mi again at school today they called me a monkey again today and they said I was ugly again today mama why do the neighbors say you weren’t married to my faada and why do they call me an illegitimate dawtah and mama is it a crime to be a single moddah and was I really a gift from di creator mama mama mama mama mama used to say to me cry cry baby moonshine darling dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz when you wake up in di morning… when will there come a time for the sun to shine on your beautiful face and put all a di inequity workers inna dem place mama I don’t want to be ashamed of being poor and you should not be ashamed of being poor caz is not a crime inna disya time being poor is not a crime being poor is not a crime being poor is not a crime when you wake up in the morning when you wake up in the morning when you wake up in the morning I remembah I remembah I remembha what my mama used to say my mama used to say to me cry cry baby moonshine darling dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz when you wake up in di morning everytinng is gonna be alright everyting is gonna be alright everting is gonna be alright mama I remembah mama I remembah mama I remembah mama used to say to me cry cry baby moonshine darling dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz when you wake up in di morning… every likkle ting is gonna be is gonna be is gonna be alright mama good night
8.
young black 06:14
young black girl said I have to tell you something don’t believe them when they try to put you in a box and leave you there to rot you can give the world a talk walk yuh walk young black boy said I have to tell you something you are brilliant and beautiful and strong and rare do anything you dare you can teach the world your truth know yuh roots because I am more than the roundness of my ass and the width of my tits the thickness of my thighs and the depths of my lips the glimmity glammity hold him tight all through the night is not necessarily my numba one priority I play ball like a ballah my body pre-sculpted centuries of mule-hauling cotton-sugar-cane-picking sometimes even my own grave digging does not mean my only dream is to become a basketball star or track and field negro or soul singing sambo I can be an athlete or storyteller if I choose knowing these are not my only options I am young and black and brilliant my ancestors resilient and stubborn and built on their backs bloodlines of futures insistent on survival we redefining some tribal box and encouraging them to get corrective lenses so they can truly see we we we walking through metal detectors in school that refuse to detect the rape and pillage we recolonized by some great harris-tocracy we experiencing the military’s militarization of high school and middle school education police officers turned hall monitors like the war on terror this war is actually a war on people war mongers terrorizing youth of colour not for oil but for the future the future the future the future the future preserve the façade caz brown and yellow and red and black populations are growing exponentially and they are spilling over the multi-culti melting pot and we keep saying keep the natives off the land and the immigrants beyond the borders and if that doesn’t work suspend them from school and if that doesn’t work expel them from school and if that doesn’t work then close close close close close down the fucking school sending them to learn trades instead streamlined math and english f class no university for we because we are the new underclass a new generation of worker ants while we ignore them sending mostly poor young brown and black, yellow red and white children and white children and white children to die at war young black girl said I have to tell you something to survive these times you gotta be strong of mind don’t be afraid to shine hold your head up high and stride walk with pride young black boy said I have to tell you something I know it takes a lot to become a man sometimes it’s hard to find a good foundation but be your own example son refuse their guns after-school projects cut while they make projects out of my neighborhoods and recreate the new apartments gentrified moving us out of our neighborhoods extra curricular activities replaced by what? malls and prisons and prozac and suicide gun suppliers supplying young black brilliant dealers and buyers of an old boys’ club economy caz whether it’s crack cocaine or cotton cotton cotton we steady picking picking picking picking picking and somebody steady reaping reaping reaping and black mother steady weeping weeping caz my brother’s dead or inna jail or inna madhouse or my sister just been beat up or ganged raped or diagnosed as manic depressive yo yo yo yo we want more than malls and prisons we want more than prozac and suicide we want more than 10:30 curfews and coca cola happy meals or the latest escapist joy ride caz sometimes we are not happy sometimes we are not happy we are young and black and brilliant wanting more than a piece of dry-up dry-up apple pie infested with small pox hepatitis and aids aids aids aids aids aid aids aids aids aids aids aids aids and aids-tainted blood young black girl said I have to tell you something you have a right to liberation you have a right to self-protection you have a right to happiness and love inna di land young black boy said I have to tell you something you haffi fi fight dem segregation fight dem criminalization demand respect and admiration and love inna di land because you are young and black and brilliant and afrikan and canadian and caribbean and american and east asian and south asian you are south-east asian you are first nations you are european you are afrikan and because I love you and we love you young black girl we love you young black boy I have to tell you something you are why I sing
9.
dear mama 04:08
I hope you are happy and well. mama I have something I have to tell you. how is auntie sarah and uncle mike, cousin ivan and the next door neighbor. what’s her name again mama? yeah miss bulah. I hope they are hapy and well. mama please tell them that I miss them. mama I have something I have to tell you… mandie I think I better write a letter and tell you how I feel though it doesn’t matter. this disease is real for me this disease is real for me d’bi. dear mama dear mama dear mama dear mama mama I know yuh sent me to canada to learn a trade yuh send me to canada to make a good grade yuh send me to canada to get a betta life no more struggles and strife inna wi life right? well you know my friends and them they used to laugh they say the gay white people have no class and that is why god punish them and give them aids right inna dem ass mandie I think I better write a letter and tell you how I feel though it doesn’t matter. this disease is real for me this disease is real for me d’bi. dear mama dear mama dear mama dear mama (repeat) nine months ago today mama I went to the doctor to get the results of an hiv test mama I really really really did try mi best mama but I know yuh won’t be impressed with the news the doctors say I am positive my friends and them they used to laugh they say the gay white people have no class and that is why god punish them and give them aids right inna dem ass but I have a boyfriend mama it’s not only gay people white people poor people poor people poor people get this mama I’m black and straight mama I am black and straight mama this disease don’t discriminate mama this disease don’t discriminate (repeat) mandie I think I better write a letter and tell you how I feel though it doesn’t matter. this disease is real for me this disease is real for me d’bi. dear mama dear mama dear mama dear mama (repeat) one day I felt lonely I called up charmaine and told her the story she told michael michael told linda linda told john now the whole of them treating me like a dirty diseased womban now my friends and dem won’t talk to me won’t drink from my cup won’t hug me won’t kiss me goodbye won’t love me won’t let me baby-sit their pickney mama I want to come home only you alone can love me but yuh haffi promise me yuh won’t tell nobady just keep this our little secret
10.
gendah bendah schooling pretendahs defendahs a di box trap call man genda benda / yuh nah guh offend har when yuh tell har seh she don’t look like a wo-man she being me di queen a androgyny a put a hole inna yuh whole philosophy (patriarchy) mi nuh fit yuh paradigm mi sorry mi incline follow mi own mind cuz I’m an individual shave mi head once a week eye brow mi nuh tweak mi nuh wear nuh lipstick nor nuh makeup den yuh si mi walk by still mi a look kinda fly cyaan look inna mi yeye you don’t know if I’m a guy dyam idiot gendah bendah schooling pretendahs defendahs a di box trap call man gendah bendah / have a wombanist agenda unshackle oomaan oppreshun years of socialization girl wear pink boy wear blue boy play sport girl play house girl get barbie boy get fire-truck gendah is a social construct wi tell har seh she musn’t climb tree we tell him seh dry him eye we tell har seh fi close har legs wi tell him seh boys don’t cry we tell har seh fi please har man wi tell him oomaan deh deh fi please man gendah bendah schooling pretendahs unlearning british colonizashun gendah bendah urging di sisters redefine your wombanist position question di standards a beauty make-up hygiene weight-loss clothing industry base pon di sale a wi body dem teach we early seh if yuh anorexic yuh more beautifu/ if yuh physically week yuh more feminine-ful if yuh passive an meek yuh more female-ful and if yuh black-work-inna-di-fields-fi-500 years enslave-oomaan strong and assertive yuh not beautiful yuh look like a man betta still an african to all my people who be fucking with gendah lines. dissecting race class sexual orientation. the status quo. what’s expected. the institutionalized shit. to all weirdos. people who be responsibly different. she-he he-she transvestite transgendered queer gay bi lesbian and straight. drag-king drag-queen. to all people raising their children outside of gender norms. tell them she’s a boy. tell them he’s a girl. and let them both play with dolls (not barbie). to all chi chi man. maama man. sodomite . butch dike. malecon. femme to all cross-dressers. wimmin who are fathers. men who are mothers. everybody in between. to people who don’t assume when they meet me that I am boy because I shave my head. my clothes are genda neutral. I stand with shoulders broad. I am not passive and apologetic. to people like me gendah bendahs undoing the social conditioning. transcending. creating new tradishuns. rediscovering old ones. who bleed di blood a androgyny. when every foetus born they be she. first. gawdess. always androgynous. god always androgynous ast/vadz.
11.
3oclock inna di mawning mi deh pon intanet lie dung inna mi bed mi a get wet mi chat to mi lovah from ghana tell him seh mi really really want him cum on ya mi body need nuff attention tour have mi unda stress doan mention tomorrow mi have next show mi fi really a sleep but yuh dun know mi need him attention him sweet talking loving communication mi need him affection mi need a virtual f*#k via cyber connection mi need him affection and him dirty talking have blushing an ting mi need an injection mi need a virtual f*#k via cyber connection cyber connection cyber connection
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r/evolution 04:16
bwoy mi frien mi frien frien revolushun come to an end an end an end bwoy mi frien mi frien frien revolushun come to an end an end an end an so tonight I will curl up in front di tube an watch ally mcbeal, seinfeld and friends so dat I can be part a society my priority to sport new nike caz mi frien revolushun revolushun revolushun come to an end but wait what kinda helpless hopeless state dem ave we di people inna saying we ave no power to affec change but dat we do ave di dollah fi buy coca-cola mcdonald levi pepsi nike tommy hilfiger ralph lauren nautica and dkn why do they try to distrac we from di dutty reality of livin inna disya society we both know who’s truly financially backing capitalism brothahs and sistahs feeling naked widout our tables of labels widout our tables of lables bwoy mi frien mi frien frien revolushun come to an end an end an end bwoy mi frien mi frien frien revolushun come to an end an end an end but how revolushun fi dun when you walk around downtown don’t you see the urban slum by di soho a slow mo begs some change and passers-by pass him by keep your eye straight ahead and how revolushun fi dun when beside di eaton center a sex trade worker is a womban of color she’s a single moddah she’s jus on di corna she’s jus beggin a dollah she’s jus tryin tryin tryin to mek a livin and how revolushun fi dun when inna disya state fi wi drop out rate way too high fi mention and unda tension we bap our heads to commercial gangsta bap bap bap kill each oddah off lawd lawd have mercy kill each oddah off lawd lawd have mercy kill each oddah off lawd lawd have mercy bwoy mi frien mi frien frien revolushun come to an end an end an end lawd mi frien mi frien frien revolushun come to an end an end an end and so tonight I will curl up in front di tube and watch di bold and di beautiful di young an di resless but I am young and restless yes I am young and restless yes I am young and restless yes so revolushun cyaan dun not yet revolushun cyaan dun not yet our foremoddahs & faadas committed to a struggle dem nevah lie down dem nevah curl up dem nevah get too comfortable anywhere assata shakur amilcar cabral frantz fanon steve biko stokely carmichael angela davis dis list is long and long dis list goes on and on I want to watch dem feel them breathe them be them they are my revolushunary friends my revolushunary friends revolushun cyaan end caz you and you and you and you and you and me too feel it beating bleeding boiling blood pumping blood blood pumping inna wi veins we the people we the people we the people are the revolushun the revolushun the revolushun the revolushun!
13.
who amongst us carries the sage-secrets of loving where are our elders our children the ones who walk with the old-time knowledge of a healing love an unapologetic love an uncompromising love an honest love if you tell me who I will sit studently by the rivers of their feet washing away all this unknowing that I have come to know relearning a language of honesty and integrity and compassion these languages were carved on our hearts’ tongue by ancient ones who somehow we have forgotten because somewhere between a dream and a time-less-ness across di ocean waters our sons and dawtahs our moddahs and fadahs our auntie uncle sistah and breddah stretched love fabric thick and thin so now here we are trodding trodding trodding trying to heal these scars of broken fibre that stick up inside a wi like macka who amongst us carries the sage-secrets of loving where are our elders where are our children the ones who walk with the old-time knowledge of a healing love an unapologetic love an uncompromising love an honest honest love if you tell me who I will sit studently by the rivers of their feet washing away all the unknowings that I have come to know relearning a language of integrity a language of compassion a language of honesty because these languages were carved on my heart’s tongue by the ancient ancient ancient ones who somewhere somehow sometime I have forgotten please forgive me for not having loved you relentlessly in all cases fear has been my worst enemy were fear not here I would kiss you and I would feed you food from my womb and I would stop you from aching and share a smile and I would wait with you by the roadside for a while were fear not here I would give name to these unnamed spaces of accountability and of responsibility that flow like rivers between us sometimes silent but always deep were fear not here the full moon radiance of your vulnerable and warrior spirit washing over me like the sun bathed in trueness would mirror and I would shine and you would shine and we all would shine brilliantly but who amongst us carries those sage-secrets of loving where are our elders where are our children the ones who walk with the old-time knowledge of a healing love a compassionate love an honest love and an integritous love if you tell me who I will sit studently by the rivers of their feet washing away all the unknowings that I have come to know relearning a language of integrity relearning a language of compassion relearning a language of honesty because these languages were carved on our hearts’ tongue by ancient ancient ones who somehow we all we all have forgotten my people I cannot promise to love you fearlessly but I can love you courageously in spite of all my fears I can love you with honesty I can love you with integrity this love our love is a healing love re-branching itself like the roots of the iroko tree whose arms are outstretched to the promise of tomorrow who roots reach beyond those wounds our collective wounds of yesterday here now today you and I we the community we the people we can stand firm in love one love one love
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jah9 tell dem seh dis is a warning we nuh care weh yuh cum from it’s a new dawning tell di people of di world revolushun’s rising look to di east and di west it deh pon di horizon yes tell yuh fren tell yuh moddah tell yuh cousin we’re a new generation we nuh fraida nuttin we want we liberation from capitalist prison don’t call mi west indian because I am an afrikan dis is a warning a warning a warning a warning a warning dis is a warning misinformation dem a chat bout filling di youts dem mind wid crabblehouse education system waan rince out a pure lie dem a tell tell tell yuh guh to school 5 days of the week relearning di fiction of his-story written from di position of dem victory but a pure lie dem a tell tell tell suh won’t yuh step inna mi class and mek mi tell yuh bout di past a new lesson for today save the people of tomorrow a time fi wi decolonize oomaan and man seh we really really muts realize is a broken legacy we a legitimize when we keep our eyes closed and act surprised di likkle fellah pon di street him a pack a likkle neat oozie a ghetto yout wid few options him seh gang a him family watch him guh out in a blaze of glory yuh membah when we used to play inna di dirt and di bwoy dem used to lift up wi skirt dandy-shandy hide and seek spin di bokkle get a kiss pon di cheek and flirt now yuh di youts dem a cum yuh haffi splirt open up fire ‘everyone bite di dirt’ wid him big ole gun him wanna have fun him don’t know that him time soon cum a time fi wi decapitalize oomaan and man seh we mus realize a blood-bath legacy we a legitimize when we keep our eyes closed and act surprised likkle mary-sue seh she want blue eyes ask her why and she started to cry my cousin eileen get ice-cream her skin’s light-brown and pretty yuh membah when we used to play dolly-house you a di moddah me a di moddah seh di shade a wi skin no it nevah mattah well now mary-sue is 13 she’s old enough to buy her own cream ambi, nadinola, skin-lightener seh she bleach out har skin suh she can be whiter inna di futcha skin cancah inna di futcha skin cancah inna di futcha skin cancah jah9 tell dem seh dis is a warning we nuh care weh yuh cum from it’s a new dawning tell di people of di world revolushun’s rising look to di east and di west it deh pon di horizon yes tell yuh fren tell yuh moddah tell yuh cousin we’re a new generation we nuh fraida nuttin we want we liberation from capitalist prison don’t call mi west indian because I am an afrikan dis is a warning! dis is a warning! dis is a warning!
15.
once upon a time today in a land so far away there lived a people deep as the earth mother womb blessed their birth the land gave food and love and hope the land gave children to grow old but soon the people grew restless with change seek new lands they were told the people walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked to every corner and around settling in new ground many moons waxed and waned many tides grew and died many suns rose and set yet the people did not forget ase ase oya mother of nine ase ase oya mother of wind ase thunder lightning death and rebirth ase our mother of change then came the time of the warring ones who killed their neighbours their sistahs their sons from village to village they plundered and raped forgetting oya’s fate they built great big birds of the seas then packed their brothers and sisters beneath then sold them one by two by three how did this come to be many more moons waxed and waned many more tides grew and died many more suns rose and set and the people did forget ase ase oya mother of nine ase ase oya mother of wind ase thunder lightning death and rebirth ase our mother of change come now my children of the night wake you up from your slumbering sleep our story calls with urgent flight of how we came to be across these oceans you must come your sons and daughters have survived five centuries beneath a divide new meaning to our lives you are oya mother of nine you are oya mother of wind thunder lightning dead and rebirth your name is oya thunder lightning death and rebirth your name is oya thunder lightning death and rebirth your name is change
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moon & phoenix: the end…

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333 by d'bi. re-released september 23, 2023 is a cross-continental collaboration with tanzanian producer jakofire pro and south african producers mandiemafu and baski njovu. the lp is a love letter from d'bi. to all dancehall queens, queers, and questioners of the status quo; honouring the 12 inch record’s 33 1/3 revolutions per minute (rpms) through radical musical anarchy. the 14 poems plus intro & outro, range in topics from self-love, colonization and sex to mother-love, celebrating black youth and the aids epidemic. a courageous celebration of life and love, 333 is d’bi’s best dubpoetry to date.

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released September 23, 2023

album title 333 by d’bi.
executive producer d’bi.young anitafrika
lyrics & vocals by d’bi.young anitafrika
producer mandiemafu with jakofire pro, baski njovu & d’bi.
recorded, mixed & mastered at peace of eden recording studios
knysner south africa
studio@peaceofeden.co.za www.peaceofeden.co.za
sound engineer howard butcher
copyright 2023 d’bi.young anitafrika

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d'bi. is a global dub poet jamaican-dancehall-diva-womxnist-warrior-chanting-conscious-fyah on the mic. their lyricism stems from the socio-political genre of dub poetry fused with dancehall reggae, hiphop, punk rock, blues & performance art; producing a pepperpot of theatricality that crosses cultural boundaries, reconfigures social norms & inspires r/evolution. ... more

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