Tanya Stephens - Bible or The Gun lyrics

rate me

We must have to make it

No matter what we have to do

If they block the highway

We have to find a little avenue

This years is for the youths them

So make us start the thing

And start it fast, myking

Because we still have to party, king

So what if I’m doing hair on the road side?

Nobody is more than me

And so I went down to hart Beauty College

Go get my cosmetology degree

Education is kind of dear but

All of you can trust me

When I say UTECH or NCU or UWI have to go buss me

And all of you know that this rebel

Won’t stop until she’’ comfortable

So I have to take my hustle on a more intellectual level

By the Bible or the gun?

Under the moon or in the sun?

Poverty is trying to hold me down

But the food has to run

By the Bible or the gun?

Wether alone of if all of you are coming

There is just one fire I’m burning

It’s to cook my food because the food has to run now

So I planted a few acres of Irish potato slips

And if I can’t cash them at the market that’s criss

I’ll make potato chips

Me still a gwaan buy my ticket

Because if I have a chance I have to try

But I will not sit down and depend on the lottery alone

To help me step up in life

I’ll juggle what I have to juggle

Because every dollar has to double

I’m trying to dip my hand into every little thing

And still keep myself out of trouble

Just crawling on my belly

And going through it

Because I have to do it

Have to do it

Right now I am gritting my teeth

But later I’ll be reaping the sweeps

By the Bible or the gun?

Under the moon or in the sun?

Poverty is trying to hold me down

But the food has to run

By the Bible or the gun?

Wether alone of if all of you are coming

There is just one fire I’m burning

It’s to cook my food because the food has to run now

They say success cannot come out of my family

Because I come from a long line of poor and

On my family tree every leaf is a thief

So I can turn out to anything

Well, I remember where I’m coming from

But I say F the past

I’m not a historian

You are looking at the future

Lord God, it’s cute

So they cannot understand how someone like me

Who has nothing still manages to feel hype

Simple, due to the work I have put in

I know that I must have to buss in real life

I’m crawling on my belly and going through it

Because I have to do it

Have to do it

Right now I am gritting my teeth

But later I’ll be reaping the sweeps

By the Bible or the gun