B.L.M.

Lynval Golding
Born 1921
Mendes, St Catherine, Jamaica
The year was 1954 you know
Sir Winston Churchill shout across the western islands
And said "Come, help us rebuild this country devastated by war"
And so anyway, my father set sail upon the wind rush
Born for a new life
My father was a tailor by trade
So this could be the possibility of all possibilities
But no, there was no cloth to stitch
Instead you know, he found work in a steel foundry
Pouring hot metal day and night, day and night
And even worse you know what I mean
Him trying to find a room to rent
This was becoming a nightmare for him
He'd knock on door after door after door
But the sign on the window keep saying the same thing
"No dogs, no Irish, no blacks"
Welcome to England
I'm not here to teach you
I'm not here to preach to you
I'm just want to reach out
And say
Time move on
In 1964 my father showed across of Jamaica
"Son," him said, "come join me"
So I set sail on a ship called the Askina
When I reached Northampton on a cold winter's night
Boy I was freezing
I want to tell the captain to just take me back to Jamaica
But no, I was here to stay
So my father sent me to a school
Linden Road school in Gloucester
I remember the first playtime
A boy shout across at me
"Oi, you black bastard, come 'ere"
I said "What?"
He said, "Come 'ere you black bastard"
I still couldn't believe, I says "What?
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?"
Boy welcome to England
I'm not here to teach you
I'm not here to preach to you
I'm just want to reach out
And say
In 1994 I move again
The land of the free, the home of the brave
The United State of America
And there I was, just walking along in the sun
Minding my own business
Such a beautiful day man, when I remember
I had to buy a watch for my sister's birthday
When why eventually I found this store
As I walk through the door
This woman in the store shouted at me
"What you doing here, you goddamn nigga?"
I said, "I-I'm just, I'm just trying to buy a watch for my sister"
When she heard my accent she said
"Oh, you're not from here, you're not one of them"
"One of them," I said, "You mean me being black?
Well ma'am let me tell you something right, I am black
Is all you see? The color of my skin?"
In England them call you a black bastard
In America they call you a goddamn nigga
Boy, welcome to my world
I'm not here to teach you
I'm not here to preach to you
I'm just want to reach out and say
Black lives matter