Tanya Stephens - Bible Or Gun lyrics

Me people This year we haffi gwaan secure we health and Renew we fitness Cah we cyaan buss under so sickness And as God as me witness A it this, you dig Succes we say Must haffi make it No matter wha' we haffi do If dem lock the highway We a go find a likkle avenue This year a fi the youths dem So mek we start the thing And start it fast, me king 'Cause we still haffi party, king So what if me a do hair 'pon the roadside Nobody no more than me So me gone up a Heart Beauty College Go get me Cosmetology degree Education kind a dare, but Unno can trust me seh Utech or NCU or U.W.I haffi go buss me weh And unno know seh this ya rebel Nah stop till me comfortable So me haffi tek me hustle 'Pon a more intellectual level By the Bible or the gun Under da moon or inna the sun Poverty a try fi hold me dung But the food haffi run By the Bible or the gun Whether alone or unno a come A just one fire me a bun A fi cook me food 'cause the food haffi run Now So me plant a few acres of Irish potato slips And if me cyaan cash dem a the market, that cris Me we mek potato chips Me still a gwaan buy me ticket 'Cause if me have a chance, me haffi try But me nah go sidung and depend 'pon the lottery alone Fi mek me step up inna life now Me juggle weh me haffi juggle 'Cause every dollar haffi double A try dip me hand inna every likkle thing And still a keep meself out a trouble Just a gwaan band me belly and go through it And me haffi do it, haffi do it Right now me a grit me teeth But later me a reap the sweet By the Bible or the gun Under da moon or inna the sun Poverty a try fi hold me dung But the food haffi run By the Bible or the gun Whether alone or unno a come A just one fire me a bun A fi cook me food 'cause the food haffi run Now Dem say success cyaan come out a my family Cah me come from a long line a poor and 'Pon my family tree every leaf is a thief So me cyaan tun out to nothing more, man Well, me 'member weh me a come from But me say F the past, me a no historian You a look 'pon the future Lord God, it cute, sire Hot likkle valedictorian So dem cyaan understand how somebody like me Weh no have nothing, still manage fi feel hype Simple, to the work weh me put in Me know seh, me must haffi buss inna real life Just a gwaan band me belly and go through it Cah me haffi do it, haffi do it Right now me a grit me teeth But later me a reap the sweet By the Bible or the gun