(feat. Stephen Marley)
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This is real, this is real
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[Verse 1]
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Now I see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby
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Miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby
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Strength of God Almighty I'm hoping someday maybe
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They don't obey parents, maybe they will obey me
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Future for the babies
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Hopes for the babies
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Tommorrow for the babies
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No sorrow for the babies
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Babies having babies
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Raising our babies
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All of these young ladies
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Give them thanks and praises
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How long can she take it?
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Dreams are full of 'maybes',
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Will she ever make it?
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Hustles on a daily
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In the club she shake it, strip down 'till she naked
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Don't ever mistake it, Much too real to fake it
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Need it then she'll take it
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She'll do it for the babies
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A mother's love is sacred
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Now you don't you ever fail me
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[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
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A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don't you ever fail me)
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A child needs loving, caring...
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[Verse 2]
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Is there no other option than adoption for you babies
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You're raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies
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Strength of God Almighty I'm hoping someday maybe
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They don't obey their parents, maybe they will obey me
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Cowards play the game thing
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Fathers do the brave thing
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And that's participating
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He keeps on concentrating
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There is no debating
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No running away thing
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A new life is awakening, From his ejaculating,
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It's in the oven baking
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Takes two for the making
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He's right there through the cravings
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And early morning waking
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School and educating
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Sports and recreating, Karate and ballet thing
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Teenager of today thing
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Fathers still relating, still communicating
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And they'll always embrace him
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Cause they cannot replace him
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[Chorus Repeats]
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[Verse 3]
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So do your very best to keep a promise to your babies
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And if you can't be good, at least be honest to your babies
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The strength of God Almighty I'm hoping someday maybe
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They don't obey their parents maybe they will o...
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History of the babies
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Beginning of the ages
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You're flipping thru the pages
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And up and thru the 80's
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Some are gang related, Drug affiliated
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Some intoxicated, Headed for the snake pit
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And Papa's locked in cages
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And Mama's lacking wages
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And this what they're faced with, upon a daily basis
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Bleaching out dem faces,
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Running from dem races
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Shooting up them places
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Killing other babies
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As bitter as the taste is, And words can not explain it
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Just walk the narrow pavement
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And of love not hatred
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For The Babies
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Damian "Junior Gong" Marley |