I come from sugarcane and riceGold that never touched the fingertips of my peopleJust blessed their skin a honeyed brownLeft their lips sweet and fruitfulSo I know my tongue got a power to itGives something prolificLike a stream of a currentThe way Kaieteur spreads arms wide to catch me in my dreamsSo when I wakeMy mouth be humming a melodyLike waterfallLike life being made newOver and over