| Song | The Other Cheek |
| Artist | Tanya Stephens |
| Album | Gangsta Blues |
| Download | 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 |