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Carnival time come, and I was a single entry. I not in any troup or nothing. I just parading in me costume all by meself. Everybody asking me what song that is and where me music coming from? I tell them I write the song, which is true, and it coming from a iPod and these little speakers ringing me North and South Poles, which not true. I projecting the song from me core, but they ain’t need to know that. 

The sun hot, just like I like it and no clouds dressing the sky. The crowds of people is like from before, when people didn’t used to be afraid of crowds. All the children being told to keep still, but they can’t, from all the excitement in the air. Grown folks drinking all kinda rum and eating with they fingers. Water and ice giving way for free to keep people from passing out. The music blasting, bumping, blaring so as to make the ground shake. Heart and hips can’t help but respond.

It start to happen when I finish in Post Office Square. That’s the big demonstration place. You balance you high with you sober and do you best dance there.  Try to remember you routine if you have one. Impress the judges and give people a good show. Make the camera like you so the people at home could feel like they there with you.