Mi Home Land - Tarrus Riley

Yeah, yeah

Hey

Jah know mi return to my own island

No water, high tax,

Move forward from abroad

Man

(Fi wha?)

We gwaan have a nice time

('Round here)

And everyone’s asking

«Who's gonna save Jamaica?»

Oh yeah

And everyone’s asking

«Is this a crisis of the world?»

Oh yeah

And when mi take up the paper

(Jah no reclinin')

Turn on mi TV

(Feel like hiding)

Innocent children

Dem kidnap an' raping

And mothers crying

Prices rising

And daddy hiding

And still not providing

Underage pickney yuh grieve

(Fi wha?)

What dem

(Tings dat glitta)

And everyone ask

«Who's gonna save sweet Jamaica?»

Yeah

And everyone’s asking

«Is this a crisis of the world?»

Oh yeah

Everyone asking

«Who's gonna save sweet Jamaica?»

Yeah

And everyone ask

«Is this a crisis of the world?»

Uh huh

Mi return to mi country

We a' di land of herbs

Fi' nuh junkie

Nah bodda shoot

Mi seh man put down ya pumpy

Cool down yuh temper

(A' yard)

Brothers and sisters

('Round here)

The whole world a-look and ask

«Who's gonna save sweet Jamaica?»

Yeah

Everybody asking

«Is this a crisis of the world?»

And everybody asking

«Who's gonna save Jamaica?»

And everyone’s asking

«Is this a crisis of the world?»

Oh

Natural disasters

All over

Looking at yourself

You can’t run for cover

We have the most church

Per capita

How many of ya loving neighbour?

'Nuff man a-move like

(Fi wha?)

Woman put a price pon dem body

(Fi wha?)

And everyone ask

«Who's gonna save sweet Jamaica?»

Yeah

And everyone’s asking

«Is this a crisis of the world?»

I don’t know

Everyone ask

«Who's gonna save Jamaica?»

Everyone asking

«Is this a crisis of the world?»

I don’t know

No

I don’t know

Oh yeah

Ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh

Hey

Man still a-pull up