Where’s My Change?

[Intro] Can someone please tell me, why Jamaicans don't like to give back change when you send them out ??

Hey, what's the deal, tell me now,

When I hand you my money, where’s my change, where does it go?

Is it just a little game you play?

Or does the money just fade away?

Walking through the streets, palms to the sky,

Trust in your hands, I give and I buy.

But every little dollar, every single coin,

Seems to disappear before I get my own.

Is it a trick, is it a game?

Or do you got a reason, do you hide the shame?

Come on, man, I just wanna see,

My own money back, that's my right, you see.

Why you holdin' my change, tell me now?

Where’s my money, where’s it goin’ anyhow?

Is it just a joke or are you playin’ with me?

Jamaicans, tell me, where’s my money?

It’s all about respect, the money, the trust,

Don’t leave me askin’ where’s the fuss?

Return my coin, it’s only fair,

Be honest now, show you care.

So next time I step out, and you take my cash,

Let’s keep it straight, no need for dash.

I’ll send you out, but remember this tune,

Respect the change, and I won’t clash with you… DJ Blendaa play them hits.