Tower Street Letter

Dear Jermaine. Mi know yuh never ask fi this. Dem give wi one pencil and it short like a thumb So mi write small, and mi hope some a dis reach where yuh from Yuh madda seh yuh fifteen now and yuh voice drop low Mi did miss dat. Mi miss every ting weh a father supposed to know Mi used to tell yuh seh di streets owe mi a name Big chain, big talk, and mi call it di game Di night mi get lock, yuh did have a school play Yuh stand up inna costume and watch di empty chair all day Nuh walk mi road, son Nuh walk mi road Six by eight, one window, and a bird come sometimes Mi learn fi read proper, inna here mi learn fi write lines Old man inna next cell teach mi long division Is a funny place fi find out mi did have a vision Mi nah ask yuh fi visit, mi nah ask yuh fi call Mi nah ask yuh fi hang up no picture pon no wall Just finish yuh exam and respect yuh madda face And if a man offer easy money, walk outta di place Nuh walk mi road, son Nuh walk mi road Lights out soon. Pencil almost done. Yuh father.