Do you expect me?

...things mus really get wickid
when yiuh pay check get less than yuh speading tickit
...Mista, yuh ego big yuh might'a think we'ah dis yah
But everything not so cris sah
we jus a beg a likkl help, Prime minister!
Do you expect me
to turn the other cheek
taste ma tears and accept defeit
do you expect me
to listen when you speak
you never practice what you preach
do you expect me
to still come out and vote?
no matter what happens
we always broke
and the people
say they tired of being poor...

WHAT A DAY!

...maybe hoping for a change is a dream
maybe life aint as bad as it seems
but if deaming is the best i can do then i be dreamin my whole life thru...

...What A Day!...

...what a day when war becomes a thing of the past
and peace we will have it at last
and life is finally worth its cost and whoa whoa whoaaaa
what a day
and men finally live what they preach and love
ain just a concept to preach and
blood no longer runs on the streets and whoaa whoaa whoaaa

....tired of baby mamas and daddies
chillin in the spots where the parents should be
teenage baby mothers sayinh "leave ma babies alone"
in twenty years your kid could be robbing ma home...

Do you still care?

"I found you a liver only thing is it belongs to a nigga""do you care about the texture of his gear or the coco brown colour of his skin?" "do you still care? you're the one in the predicament now, do you still care?"

"tell me, why cant you accept me the way i am. just the way i am."

"do you still care what your friends might think that you're hanging out with a queer?"

"and thats the reason why Iraqi babies gonna cry and more palestinians reallys gonna die."


wow!

These Streets

Yuh know, I can still rememba when it was just mi and yuh
Suddenly, it turn yuh and yuh crew
Fi get everyting bout yuh boo

I wish yuh woulda treat mi like yuh glock
I woulda love it if yuh keep mi pon cock
I wish yuh woulda treat mi like a Yatch
Keep mi wet while de waves dem a rock
Why yuh cyann stay pon mi like di corna?
And keep yuh lips pon mi like yuh marijuana
I woulda love it if yuh treat mi like yuh club
Stay up inna mi whole night just a bump and grind and rub up


Yuh don't understand
What your woman needs from her man
While yuh deh pan de street all de time
Just bear dis in mind, bwoy


These streets don't love yuh like I do (Yuh need fi know dat)
Yuh wanna keep yuh woman lovin yuh (Then yuh need fi show dat)
The love wi ah fi tek so much effort fi build (Yuh about fi blow dat)
But just like a played out Jersey, yuh about fi get throwback


I wish yuh woulda treat mi like a house
Mi know yuh nah leggo dat when yuh bounce
yuh shoulda dey home a knock boots like yuh Tims
Need fi act older dan de size a yuh rims
I wish yuh woulda stay pon mi like yuh phone man
And neva leave di house widout mi like yuh chrome man
Bwoy, I wish yuh woulda treat mi like yuh whips
Yuh girls a perfect ten but yuh Benz dem a only a five and a six


Yuh don't understand
What your woman needs from her man
While yuh deh pan de street all de time
Just bear dis in mindddd


These streets don't love yuh like I do (Yuh need fi know dat)
Yuh wanna keep yuh woman lovin yuh (Then yuh need fi show dat)
The love wi have well it tek so much effort fi build (Yuh about fi blow dat)
But just like a played out Jersey, yuh about fi get throwback


Now de feds have dem case, weh you deh in the pound
Mi a look fi a familiar face, mi nuh see none around
When yuh call mi collect and gimme errands fi do
Mi nuh see no hot gyal, mi nuh see none a yuh crew
Government cease everyting, dat gees, everyting
And anoda ball a done tek ova di spot
A run trees everything, got keys, everyting
And 10 calls ah month is all yuh got saying


Now yuh understand
What I was tryin to seh to my man
While yuh didn't depan di grind
Yuh shoulda bear dis in mind


See di streets, dem nuh give a damn (Bang-geh-deh-leh-bang)
A just di place whe yo pay deh pan (Yuh need fi know dat)
You di love wid di corna
Yuh cyan see mi neva wanna (Den yuh need need fi show dat)


love this song so much

Tanya Steven's "its a pity"

It's a pity, you already have a wife
And mi done have a man inna mi life's
Rudebwoy it is a pity.
I say it is a pity
You already have yuh wife
And mi have a one man inna mi life
It is a pity.
I woulda like one a dese mornings to wake up and find
Your face on a pillow lying right next to mine
I woulda cut out de partying, the smoking and the rum
And buss a extra wine and mek we see de passion.
Well everytime mi fantasize, mi see your lips mi see your eyes
Yuh trigger finger do sometings dat lef the rude gyal hypnotize
For you its just a ting, just anodda little fling
But for mi this is heaven, and de angel dem a sing




So buck yuh up inna public and kian' even touch yuh
Freely fuck mi up because mi check fi yuh so much
De respec' whey mi have fi yuh woman, fi yuh kids
Believe mi rudebwoy, mi press nuh matey dis
Who knows maybe one day the world will be evolved enough
We'll share yuh inna civilized manner between the two of us
But until then, I woulda love see yu again
Mi know we haffi play it by the stupid rules of men.

Obiwon on "Oyinye"

what must a girl do to get a song written in her name?
does she have to break a man's heart first because i'm sure i've done that enough times to at least deserve ONE mothafuckin song!
or maybe its just the men i've been choosing...
i guess i have to find a man with a milky voice and poetic soul, make him fall totally madly deeply in love with me, and then leave him... preferably after an argument that'll hopefully lead to me getting out of his car and walking away.
but wait oh, i'd prefer it to be in MY car so that HE'll be the one to tek a walk... lawd knows divas dont trek! i've got a reputation to protect!
i'm well on my way to getting meself a song!
instead of "Oyinye", it'll go "MadSoulllllll"
i can hear it already!
ahhhhh.........

Lovin Kween

cause i no fit hold your handi oh
i no fit tie your leg
i no fit pluck your eyesi oh
e no mek sense abeg
if today i loose you
den no mek you for me
if i suppose to have you nobody fit tek you from me