From the recording Rasta Refugee

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Nightmares of Little Boys
By Tukso Okey

I know it’s coming I can hear the noise
It’s like the nightmares of little boys
It’s coming closer I can’t ignore
I look for windows I look for door

Oh Oh Oh
The hallway narrows my breathing shows
The blood is flowing to and fro
My hair is parting in the wind
Please God help me forgive my sins


How much blood is spattered on your cold cold hands
A life is a life there’s so much death across the land

I spot my brother he’s over there
He’s eating grapenuts he’s unaware
I tried to call him I have no voice
It’s like the nightmares of little boys