Tanya Stephens - The Other Cheek lyrics

The people dem seh dem a talk and nobody nah listen all along So dem want me to put it In the form of a song Cause is like seh, oonu betray we trust So this is to all of you from all of us Verse 1 Providing no jobs and telling us stop the crime Is like beating a child and telling him not to cry With all the highways you a build and go through You never build a little avenue Fi di youths dem earn a buck, things a run a muck tell me what the fuk You really think a go happen If dem enuh earn a buck gun a buss and none of us really want that sh** to happen You mistah, you know me nah try fi dis ya but everything no so criss ya we jus a look a little help prime ministah Chorus Do you expect me to turn the other cheek taste my tears and admit defeat do you expect me to listen when you speak You never ever practice what you prech Do you expect me to still come out and vote No matter what happens were always broke and the people seh dem tired of being poor a that the emperess a chant and the lion a roar Verse 2 Even the richest man haffi go learn fi tek a stance when them realize seh dem no safe inna dem mansion is a tough way fi learn seh yuh no really secure when the problems of the poor come kick dung yuh door the youths dem a get 2000 guns fi everyone oonu cease instead of treating the symptoms why dont you cure the disease You know things must really get wicked When your paycheck is less than your speeding ticket mistah, you know we nah try fi dis ya But everything no so criss sah we just a beg a little help prime ministah Do you expect me to turn the other cheek taste my tears and admit defeat do you expect me to listen when you speak You never ever practice what you prech Do you expect me to still come out and vote No matter what happens were always broke and the people seh dem tired of being poor a that the emperess a chant and the lion a roar Well we say, money fi run and it fi run inna bundle let it go a rema let it go dung a jungle dung a garden need fi water right down to the dirt when last you touch a maverlywhen last you go Kirk Oonu better fire up the oven oonu need fi start bake and the brook valley man dem need a slice a di cake well the man dem outa east dem ready fi put down the gun a nuh war dem love war but the food haffi run Well white hall and Red Hills road, you know dem have a little message fi disclosed it goes like dis, mistah yuh ego big yuh mighta think we a dis ya But everything no so criss sah we jus a look a little help prime ministah Do you expect me to turn the other cheek taste my tears and admit defeat do you expect me to listen when you speak You never ever practice what you prech Do you expect me to still come out and vote No matter what happens were always broke and the people seh dem tired of being poor a that the emperess a chant and the lion a roar