Artist - Benaissa | Songs (20)

Benaïssa feat.Lloyd DeMeza-“Coconut Water” (K. Linger, L. DeMeza)

Intro : Whole heap ah think it is the best in the west. It’s a guess, ca they don’t care less. Me trod on, try fi big up me chest without any stress. But me want lay dem down to rest, oh oh ooh.

Chorus : Every day on the beach having some coconut water. Underneath the sun, together with my love ones. Me and my family, no I don’t wanna be bothered. Leave all my worries behind, no more stress on my mind.

Verse 1 : Whole heap ah think it is the best in the west, it’s a test. You”ll be fighting to stand tall. You different from the rest, life give you much less. There is no neighbor fi call. ‘Cause of me slave name me get job interviews, But when me dem see me face, dem think me bad news. Ignorance is weh dem ah want fi choose. Dem no want imagine how it is in my shoes. Still surprised when some a dem get bruised. Advise our children to attend good schools. Gi dem a bligh, dem forced to break rules. Their wish is a sign of everything is cool.

Verse 2 : Some a dem a ask you: “Hey weh you come from”? How dem forget blacks born in ah this ya land weh deh is no sunshine and grey beach sand. Weh deh is still people ‘fraid shakin’ me hand. You work so hard just for a couple of grand. Which is nuttin’ when you have some daughters and sons. It no cool to stay in a black man country done wrong, but it no good to stay in a this ya country too long, no oh. Whole heap a think it is the best in the west. It’s a test from the master of how fi stall. Pressure pon you chest, head it full of stress. It is about time they gaan crawl.

Change : No, me can’t take it no more. Me want level the score. I’m about to touch the floor, ‘ca the pressure it hardcore. Can’t take it no more, there is nothing more in store. Expect you have it galore, where the hell is it for? Verse 3 : What a problem. Me kids and me wife deh ya me can’t leave dem, no. Fire pon dem who confusion send. Dem ah me enemy, me ah dem no friend. Men who take men fi borrow and lend will be broken by the men they bend. How they dare to ask so much rent? In the hands of the Maliki is where it ends.