Tanya Stephens Follow

The people dem seh dem a talkand nobody nah listen all
alongSo dem want me to put itIn the form of a
songCause is like seh, oonu betray we trustSo this

like beating a childand telling him not to cryWith
all the highways you a buildand go throughYou never
build a little avenueFi di youths dem earn a buck,things a run a mucktell me what the fukYou really
think a go happenIf dem enuh earn a buck gun a bussand none of usreally want that shit to happenYou
mistah, you know me nah try fi dis yabut everything no so
criss yawe jus a look a little help prime ministahChorusDo you expect me to turn the other
cheektaste my tears and admit defeatdo you expect me
to listenwhen you speakYou never ever practice what
you prechDo you expect me to still comeout and
voteNo matter what happenswere always brokeand
the people seh demtired of being poora that the

them realize seh dem no safeinna dem mansionis
a tough way fi learn seh yuhno really securewhen the
problems of the poorcome kick dung yuh doorthe
youths dem a get 2000 gunsfi everyone oonu ceaseinstead of treating the symptomswhy dont you cure the
diseaseYou know things must really get wickedWhen
your paycheck is lessthan your speeding ticketmistah, you know we nah try fi dis yaBut everything no
so criss sahwe just a beg a little help prime ministahDo you expect me to turn the other cheektaste my tears and admit defeatdo you expect me to
listenwhen you speakYou never ever practice what you
prechDo you expect me to still comeout and voteNo matter what happenswere always brokeand the
people seh demtired of being poora that the emperess
a chantand the lion a roarWell we say, money
fi run andit fi run inna bundlelet it go a rema let
it go dung a jungledung a garden need fi waterright
down to the dirtwhen last you touch a maverlywhenlast you go KirkOonu better fire up the ovenoonu
need fi start bakeand the brook valley man dem need a
slice a di cakewell the man dem outa east dem ready fiput down the guna nuh war dem love warbut the food
haffi runWell white hall and Red Hills road,you know
dem have a little message fi disclosedit goes like dis,
mistahyuh ego bigyuh mighta think we a dis yaBut everything no so criss sahwe jus a look a little
helpprime ministahDo you expect me to turn the other cheektaste my tears and admit defeatdo
you expect me to listenwhen you speakYou never ever
practice what you prechDo you expect me to still comeout and voteNo matter what happenswere always
brokeand the people seh demtired of being poora that the emperess a chantand the lion a roar