The sun rises slowly over the hills, Everywhere is golden sunlight but still Most nights with sad tales are crowded Their days with dark clouds are shrouded They don't smile and they never will, Only vultures get their fill. Empty promises is what they hear No running water from year to year Hearts that know one desire - That if there is a Messiah, Someday He'd hear their whispered prayer. Cupboard always bare and scanty Ten people in a one-bedroom shanty Forced to sell on the pavement No vacancies, no employment Can't tell firecracker from gunshot Blood does flow when things get hot Ah 'fraid to look out mih window To hear voices from the ghetto... [Crying,] crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto Help us Father! Oh, Lord! Mothers does just hold their head and bawl And them woman stronger than a wall A big pusher eyeing she daughter, Son in jail for manslaughter Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce, No bail, that's the back man's choice Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell", She little girl child belly start to swell Some say life is a cycle But don't draw she no circle Where will it all end, only time could tell. Outside the siren keep howling, Inside your belly real growling Police raid very often, Simpson's measuring a coffin One night in bed you sleeping, Next night is a wake that you keeping So you praying to win the Lotto, Not to hear voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto Help us Father! Oh, Lord! Mothers does just hold their head and bawl And them woman stronger than a wall A big pusher eyeing she daughter, Son in jail for manslaughter Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce, No bail, that's the back man's choice Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell", She little girl child belly start to swell Some say life is a cycle But don't draw she no circle Where will it all end, only time could tell. Outside the siren keep howling, Inside your belly real growling Police raid very often, Simpson's measuring a coffin One night in bed you sleeping, Next night is a wake that you keeping So you praying to win the Lotto, Not to hear voices from the ghetto... [Crying,] crying [crying] ay, crying, crying, crying, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, hear them pleading [crying] ay, ay, ay, voices from the ghetto Stretch forth a hand to us, Lord! We are not a forgotten people. Hear our cry. With dented pride they soldier on Revolutions' base, politicians' pawn And often their tragic story brings a journalist glory No wonder they view the world with scorn From since the day they born Some call them rebels without a cause, These social victims of unjust laws But yet they christen their heroes, "Renegades," "Desperados" Forever knocking on Heaven's doors...Hear me! Steelband music shatters the silence, Harmony to conquer the violence Big men run when cops approach, Fighting for scraps with the cockroach Young turks, their turf protecting, Almost every young girl expecting So tomorrow, beg, steal or borrow, There will be another voice from the ghetto... [Crying,] Lord [crying] oh, oh, oh [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] Oh----- Mama [crying] Oh ----- Papa [crying] voices from the ghetto. Social amenities, Lord, Heaven knows Opportunities, well them always closed Can't get work once it white collar So if you can't stretch your dollar Is later for you, crapaud smoke yuh pipe You sure to dead from gripe Life does rape dignity and pride 'Til there's only bitterness left inside And everyday is a hustle, Arguments are settled with muscle 'Til you six feet deep by three feet wide. Children through life keep on drifting Is something they smoking or sniffing Maybe they trying to forget This life of misery and regret No one to come to their rescue Except Capleton and Buju So their boom boxes they leggo To drown out voices from the ghetto... [Crying] crying [crying] yeah, Lord, lord, lord [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying crying [crying] crying, crying [crying] crying, yeah eh, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] I was born and bred in the ghetto [crying] I know what I talking about, you know [crying] ay, ay, I from the ghetto [Crying] crying....
The sun rises slowly over the hills, Everywhere is golden sunlight but still Most nights with sad tales are crowded Their days with dark clouds are shrouded They don't smile and they never will, Only vultures get their fill. Empty promises is what they hear No running water from year to year Hearts that know one desire - That if there is a Messiah, Someday He'd hear their whispered prayer. Cupboard always bare and scanty Ten people in a one-bedroom shanty Forced to sell on the pavement No vacancies, no employment Can't tell firecracker from gunshot Blood does flow when things get hot Ah 'fraid to look out mih window To hear voices from the ghetto... [Crying,] crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto Help us Father! Oh, Lord! Mothers does just hold their head and bawl And them woman stronger than a wall A big pusher eyeing she daughter, Son in jail for manslaughter Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce, No bail, that's the black man's choice Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell", She little girl child belly start to swell Some say life is a cycle But don't draw she no circle Where will it all end, only time could tell. Outside the siren keep howling, Inside your belly real growling Police raid very often, Simpson's measuring a coffin One night in bed you sleeping, Next night is a wake that you keeping So you praying to win the Lotto, Not to hear voices from the ghetto... [Crying,] crying [crying] ay, crying, crying, crying, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, hear them pleading [crying] ay, ay, ay, voices from the ghetto Stretch forth a hand to us, Lord! We are not a forgotten people. Hear our cry. With dented pride they soldier on Revolutions' base, politicians' pawn And often their tragic story brings a journalist glory No wonder they view the world with scorn From since the day they born Some call them rebels without a cause, These social victims of unjust laws But yet they christen their heroes, "Renegades," "Desperados" Forever knocking on Heaven's doors...Hear me! Steelband music shatters the silence, Harmony to conquer the violence Big men run when cops approach, Fighting for scraps with the cockroach Young turks, their turf protecting, Almost every young girl expecting So tomorrow, beg, steal or borrow, There will be another voice from the ghetto... [Crying,] Lord [crying] oh, oh, oh [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] Oh----- Mama [crying] Oh ----- Papa [crying] voices from the ghetto. Social amenities, Lord, Heaven knows Opportunities, well them always closed Can't get work once it white collar So if you can't stretch your dollar Is later for you, crapaud smoke yuh pipe You sure to dead from gripe Life does rape dignity and pride 'Til there's only bitterness left inside And everyday is a hustle, Arguments are settled with muscle 'Til you six feet deep by three feet wide. Children through life keep on drifting Is something they smoking or sniffing Maybe they trying to forget This life of misery and regret No one to come to their rescue Except Cableton and Buju So their boom boxes they leggo To drown out voices from the ghetto... [Crying] crying [crying] yeah, Lord, lord, lord [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] crying crying [crying] crying, crying [crying] crying, yeah eh, voices from the ghetto [Crying,] I was born and bred in the ghetto [crying] I know what I talking about, you know [crying] ay, ay, I from the ghetto [Crying] crying.... N.B. The following verse was sung at Singing Sandra's 1999 Dimanche Gras performance. As parents struggle to provide Children are neglected and deprived Illiteracy on the rampage Some parents never reach college So ---- the child must ---- If he want to stay alive The dropout rate does come out trump As their big truck skid and hit life's bump Dem can't relate education To their daily life of starvation So they take their chances in the dump Every day garbage truck they hopping Is old junk and metal they scrapping To get a jump start on them corbeaux Some does get squash like mosquito So next time you passing the Beetham In your fancy car, air-conditioned Just above the hum of your motor You might hear a voice from the ghetto.
Probably the realest story ever told... Big up laventille, carenage, belmont, maloney, la horquetta and all de rest who could relate... Str8! Love ya sandra
Even though this song has such a powerful and serious message I cannot sit still while listening to it!!! I''m rocking the hell out!! Caribbean rocks! Why songs like these are so unrated?
I'm from Diego Martin in Trinidad. I am no longer residing in Trinidad but I get chills EVERYTIME I hear this song. Every word was the reality I grew up living.
One of if not the most profilic, dynamic and underated Calypso ever sang. Everything in this song is such a reality today. Song like these never gets old.
I remember when u had a house lime and i attended ...... I was shy an u spoke to me and ask me where I was from when I told u said women in the ghetto not suppose to be shy but always have a voice , to speak out and be heard... Rest In Peace mother... u will be missed 😪😪😪😪😪😪😪😪
I love this song. Singing Sandra definitely came out extremely strong with this particular song. I'm in love with it. I've been listening to I almost everyday. It is all truth, that's happening everyday all over the world. The message in this song is very good and serious.
OMG what a song the lyrical content is so powerful. I never heard of this song b4 but my god the message and realisation and references are just so true to what’s happening in today’s society
I just heard the news. I feel like my mom has gone over. May the ancestores recived you with love for you served admirably here on eath. Long live Queen!
This SONG! On REPEAT = Goose bumps!!! Had the honor of meeting this great lady in Grenada, Spicemas 2012. Great convo, beautiful, strong presence...One of the greats.
She delivered this song from her very soul. If we don't do something now! We will loose our young black men to crime, and drugs. I am hopeful that we can turn things around. It must take a lot of love and unity. I am also from the ghetto and never got caught up in drugs and crime. Thank the almighty for that.
Children through life keep on drifting Is something they smoking or sniffing Maybe they trying to forget This life of misery and regret No one to come to their rescue Except Capleton and Buju So their boom boxes they leggo To drown out voices from the ghetto...
RIP Sandra. We will surely miss you - a great icon of the calypso art form; your powerful messages in song has made a great difference to me. You used your lyrics to change the world and not just to entertain.
I will forever hold you in my heart.... You Contributed a great deal to the Calypso Community of Trinidad and Tobago. On this day you lay to rest. (January 28th 2021). Sleep in Peace Queen.♥️
The lyrics in this song is so real, contemporary, relevant and powerful yet still it needed the conviction of Mrs Sandra to deliver the message. A forever classic in the musical realms of Trinidad and Tobago history. May she RIP
My mother was born and raised in Gonzales my aunt live in sea lots to this day all my love Trinidad the shining star of the Caribbean 🇹🇹 no more crying
still listening this in 2024 who with me🎉
Love it
We here
Oiii
We are!
Just had to come here and listen to this. R.I.P.
Honors,👑🕊️🕊️🕊️🙏
Me too...our nation is in mourning. She deserves a State funeral. Bless her eternally 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
Same here, RIP singing Sandra
R.I.P mother
single person in a Maxi Taxi drivers for a Roti Shop open
One of the best calypso ever writen of all times.
I couldn't agree more!
The sun rises slowly over the hills,
Everywhere is golden sunlight but still
Most nights with sad tales are crowded
Their days with dark clouds are shrouded
They don't smile and they never will,
Only vultures get their fill.
Empty promises is what they hear
No running water from year to year
Hearts that know one desire -
That if there is a Messiah,
Someday He'd hear their whispered prayer.
Cupboard always bare and scanty
Ten people in a one-bedroom shanty
Forced to sell on the pavement
No vacancies, no employment
Can't tell firecracker from gunshot
Blood does flow when things get hot
Ah 'fraid to look out mih window
To hear voices from the ghetto...
[Crying,] crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto
Help us Father! Oh, Lord!
Mothers does just hold their head and bawl
And them woman stronger than a wall
A big pusher eyeing she daughter,
Son in jail for manslaughter
Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce,
No bail, that's the back man's choice
Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell",
She little girl child belly start to swell
Some say life is a cycle
But don't draw she no circle
Where will it all end, only time could tell.
Outside the siren keep howling,
Inside your belly real growling
Police raid very often,
Simpson's measuring a coffin
One night in bed you sleeping,
Next night is a wake that you keeping
So you praying to win the Lotto,
Not to hear voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto
Help us Father! Oh, Lord!
Mothers does just hold their head and bawl
And them woman stronger than a wall
A big pusher eyeing she daughter,
Son in jail for manslaughter
Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce,
No bail, that's the back man's choice
Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell",
She little girl child belly start to swell
Some say life is a cycle
But don't draw she no circle
Where will it all end, only time could tell.
Outside the siren keep howling,
Inside your belly real growling
Police raid very often,
Simpson's measuring a coffin
One night in bed you sleeping,
Next night is a wake that you keeping
So you praying to win the Lotto,
Not to hear voices from the ghetto...
[Crying,] crying [crying] ay, crying, crying, crying, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, hear them pleading [crying] ay, ay, ay, voices from the ghetto
Stretch forth a hand to us, Lord! We are not a forgotten people. Hear our cry.
With dented pride they soldier on
Revolutions' base, politicians' pawn
And often their tragic story brings a journalist glory
No wonder they view the world with scorn
From since the day they born
Some call them rebels without a cause,
These social victims of unjust laws
But yet they christen their heroes,
"Renegades," "Desperados"
Forever knocking on Heaven's doors...Hear me!
Steelband music shatters the silence,
Harmony to conquer the violence
Big men run when cops approach,
Fighting for scraps with the cockroach
Young turks, their turf protecting,
Almost every young girl expecting
So tomorrow, beg, steal or borrow,
There will be another voice from the ghetto...
[Crying,] Lord [crying] oh, oh, oh [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] Oh----- Mama [crying] Oh ----- Papa [crying] voices from the ghetto.
Social amenities, Lord, Heaven knows
Opportunities, well them always closed
Can't get work once it white collar
So if you can't stretch your dollar
Is later for you, crapaud smoke yuh pipe
You sure to dead from gripe
Life does rape dignity and pride
'Til there's only bitterness left inside
And everyday is a hustle,
Arguments are settled with muscle
'Til you six feet deep by three feet wide.
Children through life keep on drifting
Is something they smoking or sniffing
Maybe they trying to forget
This life of misery and regret
No one to come to their rescue
Except Capleton and Buju
So their boom boxes they leggo
To drown out voices from the ghetto...
[Crying] crying [crying] yeah, Lord, lord, lord [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying crying [crying] crying, crying [crying] crying, yeah eh, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] I was born and bred in the ghetto [crying] I know what I talking about, you know [crying] ay, ay, I from the ghetto
[Crying] crying....
This is just absolutely amazing song writing ...and sandra did an amazing job delivering the msg..just WOW
true
True
Who's still listening in 2019? Love love love this. One of the best stories in a song. Luv you aunty Sandra
Me too :) One of my favourite calypsos.
Forever relevant
When soca was meaningful
Well its 2020 and im still listening aunty sandra.....🤔🤔🤔
Still listening
R.I.P mother gone but never ever will be forgotten
Honors🙏🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️
Stronger she live voice in d ghetto 😢
R.I.P
R.I.P.
R I P aunty sangra
In my opinion one of the best songs ever made!! She captures the harsh conditions, sadness, and despair of all ghettos throughout the world.
Well said...correct.
That's right!! No matter wat years you listen to this it'll still stand 🔥
I second third and fourth this motion.
The sun rises slowly over the hills,
Everywhere is golden sunlight but still
Most nights with sad tales are crowded
Their days with dark clouds are shrouded
They don't smile and they never will,
Only vultures get their fill.
Empty promises is what they hear
No running water from year to year
Hearts that know one desire -
That if there is a Messiah,
Someday He'd hear their whispered prayer.
Cupboard always bare and scanty
Ten people in a one-bedroom shanty
Forced to sell on the pavement
No vacancies, no employment
Can't tell firecracker from gunshot
Blood does flow when things get hot
Ah 'fraid to look out mih window
To hear voices from the ghetto...
[Crying,] crying [crying] ay Lord, Lord [crying] crying, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, Lord, Lord [crying] aye ay, voices from the ghetto
Help us Father! Oh, Lord!
Mothers does just hold their head and bawl
And them woman stronger than a wall
A big pusher eyeing she daughter,
Son in jail for manslaughter
Too bad for he, he ain't named Brad Boyce,
No bail, that's the black man's choice
Like Shadow say, "Poverty is Hell",
She little girl child belly start to swell
Some say life is a cycle
But don't draw she no circle
Where will it all end, only time could tell.
Outside the siren keep howling,
Inside your belly real growling
Police raid very often,
Simpson's measuring a coffin
One night in bed you sleeping,
Next night is a wake that you keeping
So you praying to win the Lotto,
Not to hear voices from the ghetto...
[Crying,] crying [crying] ay, crying, crying, crying, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying [crying] Lord, hear them pleading [crying] ay, ay, ay, voices from the ghetto
Stretch forth a hand to us, Lord! We are not a forgotten people. Hear our cry.
With dented pride they soldier on
Revolutions' base, politicians' pawn
And often their tragic story brings a journalist glory
No wonder they view the world with scorn
From since the day they born
Some call them rebels without a cause,
These social victims of unjust laws
But yet they christen their heroes,
"Renegades," "Desperados"
Forever knocking on Heaven's doors...Hear me!
Steelband music shatters the silence,
Harmony to conquer the violence
Big men run when cops approach,
Fighting for scraps with the cockroach
Young turks, their turf protecting,
Almost every young girl expecting
So tomorrow, beg, steal or borrow,
There will be another voice from the ghetto...
[Crying,] Lord [crying] oh, oh, oh [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] Oh----- Mama [crying] Oh ----- Papa [crying] voices from the ghetto.
Social amenities, Lord, Heaven knows
Opportunities, well them always closed
Can't get work once it white collar
So if you can't stretch your dollar
Is later for you, crapaud smoke yuh pipe
You sure to dead from gripe
Life does rape dignity and pride
'Til there's only bitterness left inside
And everyday is a hustle,
Arguments are settled with muscle
'Til you six feet deep by three feet wide.
Children through life keep on drifting
Is something they smoking or sniffing
Maybe they trying to forget
This life of misery and regret
No one to come to their rescue
Except Cableton and Buju
So their boom boxes they leggo
To drown out voices from the ghetto...
[Crying] crying [crying] yeah, Lord, lord, lord [crying] ay, ay, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] crying crying [crying] crying, crying [crying] crying, yeah eh, voices from the ghetto
[Crying,] I was born and bred in the ghetto [crying] I know what I talking about, you know [crying] ay, ay, I from the ghetto
[Crying] crying....
N.B. The following verse was sung at Singing Sandra's 1999 Dimanche Gras performance.
As parents struggle to provide
Children are neglected and deprived
Illiteracy on the rampage
Some parents never reach college
So ---- the child must ----
If he want to stay alive
The dropout rate does come out trump
As their big truck skid and hit life's bump
Dem can't relate education
To their daily life of starvation
So they take their chances in the dump
Every day garbage truck they hopping
Is old junk and metal they scrapping
To get a jump start on them corbeaux
Some does get squash like mosquito
So next time you passing the Beetham
In your fancy car, air-conditioned
Just above the hum of your motor
You might hear a voice from the ghetto.
Good morning 😙
Thank u
Wish I could get it in karaoke version. I love this song
This is what music supposed to be like sending messages💯❤🇹🇹🔥
Blessings flow always legend 💯❤🇹🇹
Probably the realest story ever told... Big up laventille, carenage, belmont, maloney, la horquetta and all de rest who could relate... Str8! Love ya sandra
+g2andrew Doh forget Caroni
Sandra Ramlochan 😒😒😒 really?
diamond village....claxton bay
LA horquetta all the way
g2andrew ammm not being rude but one of the communities you call Is where I live
Jan 2024 . Still powerful. Timeless commentary beautifully sung. R.I.P Queen 👑
🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹2020 listen lyrics these nonsense they singing now. Well orchestrated tune loving it.
Real song
I remember when this came out. Sing is sooooo true. Still tears me up to this day. Yet the youths not listening 😔😔😔😔😔😔🇹🇹🇹🇹
True
@@hemasookram4655 q!
Yr music will play rip
Even though this song has such a powerful and serious message I cannot sit still while listening to it!!! I''m rocking the hell out!! Caribbean rocks!
Why songs like these are so unrated?
Miley Willy o9
this new generation needs to sit & listen to this song
J so true
I'm from Diego Martin in Trinidad. I am no longer residing in Trinidad but I get chills EVERYTIME I hear this song. Every word was the reality I grew up living.
One of if not the most profilic, dynamic and underated Calypso ever sang. Everything in this song is such a reality today. Song like these never gets old.
THIS SONG BRING ME TO TEARS EVERY TIME I HEAR IT
True!!!!😭
Betham, Picton, Gonzales, Prizgarland, Mova is some of the places I made my home.
Loving it from Jamaica
I remember when u had a house lime and i attended ...... I was shy an u spoke to me and ask me where I was from when I told u said women in the ghetto not suppose to be shy but always have a voice , to speak out and be heard... Rest In Peace mother... u will be missed 😪😪😪😪😪😪😪😪
Honors,this touched me , Nuff raspect an mannaz 👊🙏🕊️🕊️🕊️👑
Abigail Blackman, that was touching you all are our Queens
I have known this song forever. and it still touches my heart
to me, this is the best calypso every
2023 still banging out loud.....it never gets old❤❤❤
Same here banging loudly
RIP singing Sandra.
Thank you for your contribution to T&T's culture.
Who's listening in 2016?
you and all of us
Rachel Reid
Rachel Reid ... 2017
I listenin' right now.
Rachel Reid 2017
2017 still strong
Kim Steeling of cause.She is a realist
Apri 2018 7th to be precise
Stronger in 2018
I live in Barbados and I can feel this. Crying.... Crying 😢 😢, voices from the ghetto. I love you Singing Sandra.
This song touches my heart in so many ways.
One of the best calypsos/songs in general ever writing, love you auntie Sandra, soul never forget that night I talked to you
still listening this in 2015....this is a very true song she sang
KERRY LEWIS good
These Calypso will always be forever
This lady needs so much more recognition and tribute
One of my favourite calypsos of all time! Never gets old. Singing Sandra went in for the kill on this one.
i was born in 2001 and i am currently 16 and i am telling u this song made me fall in love with calypso
Nice
I love this song. Singing Sandra definitely came out extremely strong with this particular song. I'm in love with it. I've been listening to I almost everyday. It is all truth, that's happening everyday all over the world. The message in this song is very good and serious.
You should listen David rudder madman rant
🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄
Playing some of my favorite songs from the Caribbean in Austrlaia. Love my roots forever. Song still raises my pause.
R.i.p to a legend may her soul rest in peace
Honors,my heart jumped with news 🕊️🕊️🕊️🙏👑
Rest in peace , Rest in place ,Mama , in the holiest of to he holies , The Ark of the Most high, Raspect,your voice will stay in our hearts
2018 an still gives me goose bumps
Queen of reality
What a song OMG the lyrical content is powerful
OMG what a song the lyrical content is so powerful. I never heard of this song b4 but my god the message and realisation and references are just so true to what’s happening in today’s society
Ikr
This song is so trinidad and am there in July 03 2024 im still crying but not giving up
I love this song, it makes me feel sad for my brothers and sisters in the getto
That is life it's real naver for get that
this always do something to my spirit love you Miss Sandra 2015
David Ovano you said you miss her did she pass away
RIP
Steelband music shatters d silence, harmonies to conquer d violence!
Classic
Rest In Peace to a queen, a Legend and a lyricist. Your legend lives on Mother....😢 Trinidad and Tobago has truly lost one of our greatest.
Crying voices ,love always...Grenada🇬🇩💯 feels the pain!!!
Singing Sandra is a boss..blessings..!
Nigel Preddie (Duke to night is Thunder
Man I love this song !!
Trinidad needs you lord
pal Joey lewis
Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful:
60 years today and still crying
god bless sandra she is true about stuff she sings she is a smart woman i love her.keep it up sandra
This is universal raises the emotions every time and rightly so. I always love this lady.
I love her. Her songs will live through the ages.
Almost every young girl expecting so tomorrow bed still a borrow they will be another voice from the ghetto! most powerful line
2018 an we still going !
Love this song until
The old Girl , coming down with reality
Came here as soon as I heard the news of her passing, lost a great voice RIP
🕊️🕊️🕊️👑🙏
I just heard the news. I feel like my mom has gone over. May the ancestores recived you with love for you served admirably here on eath. Long live Queen!
Luv and Respect to this Natural Concious Sister. I luv her Songs there’s always a message and story that is told.
R.I.P to a legend as the country is in tears this morning
Honors, never left the truth she will be missed🕊️🕊️🕊️🙏👑
this song could never die its real
hold your ass a girl
Nia d lady who said dis song is real its tru so u need t hush
Such real lyrics,we should do more to pay tribute & honor to them, look mighty shadow died before he got his doctorate..smh
Who still listening in 2024 ...... powerful song 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
This SONG! On REPEAT = Goose bumps!!! Had the honor of meeting this great lady in Grenada, Spicemas 2012. Great convo, beautiful, strong presence...One of the greats.
🕯🙏🏾🕯 This will always Reign as an Immortal Hit. R.I.P Singing Sandra🕯🙏🏾🕯
Honors👑🕊️🕊️🕊️🙏
Still listening and loving it in 2017
I will listen and sing all your songs till we meet again my sister-in-law will always love you R.IP .FLYHIGH🙏🙏🙏
RIP to the woman who gave us this gem and the greatest calypso of all time
I love this chune and Singing Sandra. I spent some time with her during the last black out in New York. BIG UP, Sandra!
2018. Still my jam.
2021. Still my jam. I stop to sing and dance when I hear this in the grocery.
Years after this song was relesed an still nothing change in our country..smh
Not one of God's children will be forgotten, Ms Sandra is a prophet..
2019 all the way From Guyana🇬🇾🇬🇾🇬🇾
sweet music wish those days could come back
❤❤❤ 🔥 2023 still listening to this track.
Gives me chills every time I hear it. RIP
these youths need to listen to these kinda of music o Lord hmm what dey reely doing hmm
Still listening in 2019 legend live on inside
She delivered this song from her very soul. If we don't do something now! We will loose our young black men to crime, and drugs. I am hopeful that we can turn things around. It must take a lot of love and unity. I am also from the ghetto and never got caught up in drugs and crime. Thank the almighty for that.
R.I.P Queen, Mother thank u for ur music.
I love this song, and share her sentiments
remembered that voice from yute man.....blessin
My mother ....since u gone im still playing your music i miss u soo much ......(smoothlaw)
Rest in eternal peace mother.... Fly high... U music will live on....
still love this song 2017
Play these songs every day for the people in Trinidad,they need peace...black love...black consciousness...black power
for real ....dis is real life with real feelings...music breathes life and these words not make you think otherwise.... i love u Ms. De Vignes....
LORD help US! All over your LAND,
i always wanted to meet her, love her songs
R.I.P Mother. Your music brings tears to my eyes. A mother to MANY sleep in eternal peace
I'm a child of the 70's will always love my powerful messages that they have too offer us in the music love Sandra
Children through life keep on drifting
Is something they smoking or sniffing
Maybe they trying to forget
This life of misery and regret
No one to come to their rescue
Except Capleton and Buju
So their boom boxes they leggo
To drown out voices from the ghetto...
Absolutely beautiful song. Powerful voice sung in conviction.
Blessings!
RIP Sandra. We will surely miss you - a great icon of the calypso art form; your powerful messages in song has made a great difference to me. You used your lyrics to change the world and not just to entertain.
Needs to be in the calypso hall of fame....still listening in 2020
2019 and we still here I love this song lord powerful song
I will forever hold you in my heart.... You Contributed a great deal to the Calypso Community of Trinidad and Tobago. On this day you lay to rest. (January 28th 2021). Sleep in Peace Queen.♥️
What a legend, you will live in our heart forever. Unfortunately you dont hear these type of songs anymore
rest in peace sandra always a supporter of you and your songs will miss u in calypso fiesta if we ever have one again 😭😭😭😭
Forever a classic!!!!
one of a kind a true classic
The lyrics in this song is so real, contemporary, relevant and powerful yet still it needed the conviction of Mrs Sandra to deliver the message. A forever classic in the musical realms of Trinidad and Tobago history. May she RIP
July 9th 2020 this song has me in tears for Trinidad and Tobago #onrepeat Love you Trinidad and Tobago! We are still a paradise💞
i love this song...2014 aug 1st.
Singing sandra the voice of the people
Love this song it will stay with me a life time sleep in peace Queen 🙏😇❤️
A beautiful classic that will never die. Excellent arrangement. 9 butterflies.
Thanks for uploading.
My mother was born and raised in Gonzales my aunt live in sea lots to this day all my love Trinidad the shining star of the Caribbean 🇹🇹 no more crying
one of the best to beat the rest