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.
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.
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
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.
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 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 😪😪😪😪😪😪😪😪
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.
Sandra, by taking up the cross as the burden and suffering increased upon our people, you have come forward as Simon the Nazarene did on that faithful and glorious day, and for doing it so effortlessly with your Love.Rest assured our Princess you will not be forgotten but welcomed by the King of Kings on our day of reckoning ... Barefoot son,Kenneth Lincoln !
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.
I listen to you every night and there are so much to hear from this song ,wish all can hear you this is truly remarkable, Singing Sandra,don,t stop singing ,stay blessed, absolutely the best I have heard you have preached.11th July 2017- 2021 Still hearing you, RIP
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.
Listen to this song every single day one of the realest calypso ever, wish the Radio stations and t.v. stations could play this everyday so the thugs, drugs dealers and pushers can listen to and see how they destroying the entire Caribbean islands.Not only in Trinidad and Tobago or Jamaica but the entire Caribbean can relate to this song, wish we could all come together and combat these senseless violence to many lives are being wasted for greed for fame and get into the wrong company.Peer pressure is wiping out our people. The governments of the different island should come together as one people one Caribbean and help to iradicate crimes.
Dis woman dis woman who come from trinidad and tobago make me like calypso she is d bob marley calypso wit dis song its on point wit wat going on in dis country MOTHER R.I.P
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!
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
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...
Evrytime i hear this song i can relate Jah knws is only tears for our country and its our black ppl feeling it the most. sentimental feeling who feels it knows it
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
The reality of the ghetto youths was immortalized in this song. A true and powerful tale of the life cycle and struggle to survive of many people who are victims of impoverished circumstance. Who feels it knows it. There is so much that can be done to save our children, yet not much is being done.
First heard this song 2 yrs ago an realise this is a classic each time i repeat at least 6 to 7 times an each times sounds as though i am hearin it for the first time, diction singin is classy. Love it Bajan
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.
the very first time i heard this song i knew she would of won calypso fiesta and from then to now i still love this song this is the truth she knows exactly what happens in the ghetto and is time for the ppl of the ghetto to get up and get
still listening this in 2024 who with me🎉
Love it
We here
Oiii
Yep
Infinite ❤❤
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
Jan 2024 . Still powerful. Timeless commentary beautifully sung. R.I.P Queen 👑
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
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 💯❤🇹🇹
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.
I live in Barbados and I can feel this. Crying.... Crying 😢 😢, voices from the ghetto. I love you Singing Sandra.
Who still listening in 2024 ...... powerful song 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
One of the best calypsos/songs in general ever writing, love you auntie Sandra, soul never forget that night I talked to you
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
🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹🇹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
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.
RIP singing Sandra.
Thank you for your contribution to T&T's culture.
Playing some of my favorite songs from the Caribbean in Austrlaia. Love my roots forever. Song still raises my pause.
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!!!
I will listen and sing all your songs till we meet again my sister-in-law will always love you R.IP .FLYHIGH🙏🙏🙏
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
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
Loving it from Jamaica
One of my favourite calypsos of all time! Never gets old. Singing Sandra went in for the kill on this one.
We still listening in 2024 great message….. wishing one day Africans will open there eyes.. 🎉
One of the best nothing have changed 2023
I have known this song forever. and it still touches my heart
Play these songs every day for the people in Trinidad,they need peace...black love...black consciousness...black power
this new generation needs to sit & listen to this song
J so true
No
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
Luv and Respect to this Natural Concious Sister. I luv her Songs there’s always a message and story that is told.
still listening this in 2015....this is a very true song she sang
KERRY LEWIS good
this always do something to my spirit love you Miss Sandra 2015
David Ovano you said you miss her did she pass away
RIP
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.
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.
Sandra, by taking up the cross as the burden and suffering increased upon our people, you have come forward as Simon the Nazarene did on that faithful and glorious day, and for doing it so effortlessly with your Love.Rest assured our Princess you will not be forgotten but welcomed by the King of Kings on our day of reckoning ... Barefoot son,Kenneth Lincoln !
This song touches my heart in so many ways.
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.
Steelband music shatters d silence, harmonies to conquer d violence!
Classic
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
god bless sandra she is true about stuff she sings she is a smart woman i love her.keep it up sandra
Almost every young girl expecting so tomorrow bed still a borrow they will be another voice from the ghetto! most powerful line
I love this chune and Singing Sandra. I spent some time with her during the last black out in New York. BIG UP, Sandra!
Prophetic classic that transcends time, space, culture and peoples....may God bless you Singing Sandra!
🕯🙏🏾🕯 This will always Reign as an Immortal Hit. R.I.P Singing Sandra🕯🙏🏾🕯
Honors👑🕊️🕊️🕊️🙏
I listen to you every night and there are so much to hear from this song ,wish all can hear you this is truly remarkable, Singing Sandra,don,t stop singing ,stay blessed, absolutely the best I have heard you have preached.11th July 2017- 2021 Still hearing you, RIP
This is universal raises the emotions every time and rightly so. I always love this lady.
My mother ....since u gone im still playing your music i miss u soo much ......(smoothlaw)
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
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.
Listen to this song every single day one of the realest calypso ever, wish the Radio stations and t.v. stations could play this everyday so the thugs, drugs dealers and pushers can listen to and see how they destroying the entire Caribbean islands.Not only in Trinidad and Tobago or Jamaica but the entire Caribbean can relate to this song, wish we could all come together and combat these senseless violence to many lives are being wasted for greed for fame and get into the wrong company.Peer pressure is wiping out our people. The governments of the different island should come together as one people one Caribbean and help to iradicate crimes.
Dis woman dis woman who come from trinidad and tobago make me like calypso she is d bob marley calypso wit dis song its on point wit wat going on in dis country MOTHER R.I.P
These Calypso will always be forever
Another great hit by Aunty Sandra this is what you call Kaiso music/ message.👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
Singing Sandra is a boss..blessings..!
Nigel Preddie (Duke to night is Thunder
Beautiful singing,riddim,&lyrics...Another branch of the African Diaspora Music Tree.
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
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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 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!
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
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
R.I.P Mother. Your music brings tears to my eyes. A mother to MANY sleep in eternal peace
Mama Sandra....mother to an entire generation without parents.....thank you QUEEN!
This lady needs so much more recognition and tribute
Loved you and your music May God bless you. RIP Dear Singing Sandra, Mother to many.
Absolutely beautiful song. Powerful voice sung in conviction.
Blessings!
Not one of God's children will be forgotten, Ms Sandra is a prophet..
2017 still strong
Kim Steeling of cause.She is a realist
Apri 2018 7th to be precise
Stronger in 2018
I bussing this tune all now God bless this Woman soul one of the Realones.
2019 all the way From Guyana🇬🇾🇬🇾🇬🇾
Songs that will never ever die...thank you Singing Sandra...love my Caribbean neighbors🤗🎶cryinnnnn🎶
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...
Evrytime i hear this song i can relate Jah knws is only tears for our country and its our black ppl feeling it the most. sentimental feeling who feels it knows it
to me, this is the best calypso every
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
R.I.P to a legend as the country is in tears this morning
Honors, never left the truth she will be missed🕊️🕊️🕊️🙏👑
The reality of the ghetto youths was immortalized in this song. A true and powerful tale of the life cycle and struggle to survive of many people who are victims of impoverished circumstance. Who feels it knows it. There is so much that can be done to save our children, yet not much is being done.
Still listening and loving it in 2017
First heard this song 2 yrs ago an realise this is a classic each time i repeat at least 6 to 7 times an each times sounds as though i am hearin it for the first time, diction singin is classy. Love it Bajan
Man I love this song !!
The first time I heard this lady song. This is greatness never will forget your words God bless you my lady love you.
Rest in eternal peace mother.... Fly high... U music will live on....
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....
sweet music wish those days could come back
A beautiful classic that will never die. Excellent arrangement. 9 butterflies.
Thanks for uploading.
these youths need to listen to these kinda of music o Lord hmm what dey reely doing hmm
RIP to the woman who gave us this gem and the greatest calypso of all time
2019 and we still here I love this song lord powerful song
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:
I love this song, and share her sentiments
I love her. Her songs will live through the ages.
2018 an we still going !
Love this song until
The old Girl , coming down with reality
rest in peace sandra always a supporter of you and your songs will miss u in calypso fiesta if we ever have one again 😭😭😭😭
i was born in 2001 and i am currently 16 and i am telling u this song made me fall in love with calypso
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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
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Timeless song. So much reality still in Oct,2018. Praying for my nation of people. WakeUp
Came here as soon as I heard the news of her passing, lost a great voice RIP
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I can never tire of this song. Best song EVER. Love be u Sandra
remembered that voice from yute man.....blessin
What a legend, you will live in our heart forever. Unfortunately you dont hear these type of songs anymore
2018. Still my jam.
2021. Still my jam. I stop to sing and dance when I hear this in the grocery.
the very first time i heard this song i knew she would of won calypso fiesta and from then to now i still love this song this is the truth she knows exactly what happens in the ghetto and is time for the ppl of the ghetto to get up and get