To Paramaribo That's the place I want to go I am such a crooked lad I can't get work in Trinidad I've tried all technological screw But is kept back by circumstantial views I can't eliminate the discrepancies Which unfortunacy brings to my family My indescribable unsuccessfulness Patience is virtue but I cannot bear this "Sweet are the uses of adversity" A proverb for rich ones but not for me My incessant endeavors constantly fail By entirely producing the saddest tale But if I can't get money to pay I will take rat passage and stow away Looking back at those dependent on me House rent to pay an' a young baby A sick wife, five children, a mother-in-law Each refused appeal makes my heart more sore Sometime when hunger stare me in my face Not even a slice of mango to taste Don't you think it's a mortal sin For me to be daily living on win' My clothes is tattered, my shoes bad Friends, is not my biology sad? My children is naked, hungry and pale I'm blessed I've not yet been sent to jail But in spite of all my desolation I've evaded all evil inspiration And to take this chance, although it is sad I'm compulsory boun' to leave Trinidad