Lyrics Mi Home Land - Tarrus Riley

Mi Home Land

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