Tanya Stephens - Bible Or Gun

Me people
This year we haffi gwaan secure we health and
Renew we fitness
Cah we cyaan buss under so sickness
And as God as me witness
A it this, you dig
Succes we say

Must haffi make it
No matter wha' we haffi do
If dem lock the highway
We a go find a likkle avenue
This year a fi the youths dem
So mek we start the thing
And start it fast, me king
'Cause we still haffi party, king
So what if me a do hair 'pon the roadside
Nobody no more than me
So me gone up a Heart Beauty College
Go get me Cosmetology degree
Education kind a dare, but
Unno can trust me seh
Utech or NCU or U.W.I haffi go buss me weh
And unno know seh this ya rebel
Nah stop till me comfortable
So me haffi tek me hustle
'Pon a more intellectual level

By the Bible or the gun
Under da moon or inna the sun
Poverty a try fi hold me dung
But the food haffi run

By the Bible or the gun
Whether alone or unno a come
A just one fire me a bun
A fi cook me food 'cause the food haffi run
Now

So me plant a few acres of Irish potato slips
And if me cyaan cash dem a the market, that cris
Me we mek potato chips
Me still a gwaan buy me ticket
'Cause if me have a chance, me haffi try
But me nah go sidung and depend 'pon the lottery alone
Fi mek me step up inna life now
Me juggle weh me haffi juggle
'Cause every dollar haffi double
A try dip me hand inna every likkle thing
And still a keep meself out a trouble
Just a gwaan band me belly and go through it
And me haffi do it, haffi do it
Right now me a grit me teeth
But later me a reap the sweet

By the Bible or the gun
Under da moon or inna the sun
Poverty a try fi hold me dung
But the food haffi run

By the Bible or the gun
Whether alone or unno a come
A just one fire me a bun
A fi cook me food 'cause the food haffi run
Now

Dem say success cyaan come out a my family
Cah me come from a long line a poor and
'Pon my family tree every leaf is a thief
So me cyaan tun out to nothing more, man
Well, me 'member weh me a come from
But me say F the past, me a no historian
You a look 'pon the future
Lord God, it cute, sire
Hot likkle valedictorian
So dem cyaan understand how somebody like me
Weh no have nothing, still manage fi feel hype
Simple, to the work weh me put in
Me know seh, me must haffi buss inna real life

Just a gwaan band me belly and go through it
Cah me haffi do it, haffi do it
Right now me a grit me teeth
But later me a reap the sweet

By the Bible or the gun

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