The Other Cheek

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 shit 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