INTRO
The people say dem a talk and nobody nah listen all along So dem want me put it in the form of a song Cause is like she, 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 the youths dem earn a buck, things a run amuck, tell me what the fuck You really think a go happen If them nuh earn a buck gun a buss, and none of us really want that shit to happen Yow mista, you know me nah try fi dis ya, But everything nuh so criss ya, we jus a beg a little help Prime Minista
Chorus
Do you expect me to turn the other cheek, taste my tears and accept 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 I’m always broke And the people say dem tired of being poor, a that the empress a chant and the lion a roar.
Verse 2
Even the richest man haffi go learn fi take a stance when Them realize she dem nuh safe inna dem mansion Is a tough way fi learn she you nuh really secure, when the problems of the poor Start kick down your door The youths dem a get 2000 guns fi every one oonu seize Instead a 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 Mista, you know we nah try fi dis ya, but everything nuh so criss sah We just a beg a little help Prime Minista (repeat Chorus)
Verse 3
So we say money fi run and it fi run inna bundle Let it go a Rema lit 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 the cake Well the man dem outa East dem ready fi put dung 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 this: “Mista, yuh ego big, you mighta think we a dis ya… But everything nuh so criss sah, we jus a beg a little help Prime Minista”
(Repeat Chorus)
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