The Other Cheek Lyrics - Tanya...collection Of Hits - Tanya Stephens

Intro (spoken): 

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 amuck 

tell me what the fuck 

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 

Yow 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 practise what you preach 

Do you expect me to still come 

out and vote? 

No matter what happens 

wer'e always broke 

and the people seh dem 

tired of being poor 

that the empress 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 don't 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 

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 preach 

Do you expect me to still come 

out and vote? 

No matter what happens 

we're always broke 

and the people seh dem 

tired of being poor 

that the empress a chant 

and the lion a roar 

Verse 3: 

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 Maverly? 

When 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 disclose 

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 

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 preach 

Do you expect me to still come 

out and vote? 

No matter what happens 

we're always broke 

and the people seh dem 

tired of being poor 

that the empress a chant 

and the lion a roar