 Get out and go, give me back me land. We got federation. West Indian Islands, you like us one. You bring the war, you come in with blades. And you throw up your naval base. This is my land and me forefather's land. And me children to come land. To me, to my place, every West Indian place. Regardless of class, color, creed or race. Listen, Uncle Sam, we want back we land. Soon we will be a great nation. We are going to.