歌曲 | The Other Cheek |
歌手 | Tanya Stephens |
专辑 | Gangsta Blues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Henton, Stephenson | |
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 |
zuo qu : Henton, Stephenson | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Henton, Stephenson | |
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 |