The Other Cheek lyrics

The people dem seh dem a talkand nobody nah listen all alongSo dem want me to put itIn the form of a songCause is like seh, oonu betray we trustSo this is to all of you from all of usVerse 1Providing no jobs andtelling us stop the crimeIs like beating a childand telling him not to cryWith all the highways you a buildand go throughYou never build a little avenueFi di youths dem earn a buck,things a run a mucktell me what the fukYou really think a go happenIf dem enuh earn a buck gun a bussand none of usreally want that shit to happenYou mistah, you know me nah try fi dis yabut everything no so criss yawe jus a look a little help prime ministahChorusDo you expect me to turn the other cheektaste my tears and admit defeatdo you expect me to listenwhen you speakYou never ever practice what you prechDo you expect me to still comeout and voteNo matter what happenswere always brokeand the people seh demtired of being poora that the emperess a chantand the lion a roarVerse 2
Even the richest man haffi golearn fi tek a stance when them realize seh dem no safeinna dem mansionis a tough way fi learn seh yuhno really securewhen the problems of the poorcome kick dung yuh doorthe youths dem a get 2000 gunsfi everyone oonu ceaseinstead of treating the symptomswhy dont you cure the diseaseYou know things must really get wickedWhen your paycheck is lessthan your speeding ticketmistah, you know we nah try fi dis yaBut everything no so criss sahwe just a beg a little help prime ministahDo you expect me to turn the other cheektaste my tears and admit defeatdo you expect me to listenwhen you speakYou never ever practice what you prechDo you expect me to still comeout and voteNo matter what happenswere always brokeand the people seh demtired of being poora that the emperess a chantand the lion a roarWell we say, money fi run andit fi run inna bundlelet it go a rema let it go dung a jungledung a garden need fi waterright down to the dirtwhen last you touc
h a maverlywhenlast you go KirkOonu better fire up the ovenoonu need fi start bakeand the brook valley man dem need a slice a di cakewell the man dem outa east dem ready fiput down the guna nuh war dem love warbut the food haffi runWell white hall and Red Hills road,you know dem have a little message fi disclosedit goes like dis, mistahyuh ego bigyuh mighta think we a dis yaBut everything no so criss sahwe jus a look a little helpprime ministahDo you expect me to turn the other cheektaste my tears and admit defeatdo you expect me to listenwhen you speakYou never ever practice what you prechDo you expect me to still comeout and voteNo matter what happenswere always brokeand the people seh demtired of being poora that the emperess a chantand the lion a roar