[feat. Yami Bolo & Treach]
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Where there's more hungry mouths
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Than food to eat
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It's where the homeless
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Roam the street
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Where broken glass
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And broken dreams
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Are shattered and scattered
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Amongst debris
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Sufferation wrath
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And still they laugh
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And dream of a mansion
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Above the half
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No one to speak
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Upon there behalf
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Now tell me do they stand a chance?
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Where there's more food
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Than mouths to feed
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Where you find those who
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Claim to lead
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Because of all their personal greed
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They always want more than they need
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They don't help those
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Below the half
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Instead they stand aside and laugh
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As if it's all we'll ever ask
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When will they make a change?
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CHORUS (Yami Bolo)
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Children lift your heads
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To the one
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Who create the sun
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My children
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And your light will shine in again
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Show the world
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Jah love is okay
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When we rise and greet the sun
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Lets give him thanks and praise
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VERSE
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Illegal guns
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They roam the night
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In hungry hands
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Waiting to bite
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The first sign of
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Any food in sight
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Youths in the dark
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Searching for light
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Hard time they face
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Is not a choice
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Police curfew
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Is no surprise
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And with no one
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To be there voice
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Do they stand a chance?
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Where there's food to eat
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Than mouths to feed
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Where you find those who
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Claim to lead
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Because of all there personal greed
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They always want more than they need
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They don't help those
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Below the Ave
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Instead they stand aside and laugh
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As if it's all we'll ever ask
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When will they make a change?
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VERSE
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Its like a punk never check
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Or dem did forget
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Say a death
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We nature naughty
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Ah true mi go born uptown
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Tell dem fools don't cross me
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That's only where Cindy brought me
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And that's why they can't impress me
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With no boasty car
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Me know dat ah kill dem softly
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And then they're not
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Really even who they think they are
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They're not really moving crafty
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Mi get fi understand
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Say them plan dem faulty
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Well nuff a dem a twenty
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And favor forty
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Well uh filthy rich big belly
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And hearty
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Di real Gideon will
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Be arriving shortly
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Rasta nuh beat Binghi
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Drum we claatt it
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We live longer
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Cause we food nuh salty
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We grow stronger
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And dem can't assault we
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So hail Rastafari love
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And exhalt it
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CHORUS (Yami Bolo)
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Children lift your heads
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To the one
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Who create the sun
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My children
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And your light will shine in again
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Show the world
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Jah love is okay
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When we rise and see the sun
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Lets give him thanks and praise
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VERSE (Treach)
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I went to east orange get high school
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We're fine tools
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Forward times wasn't fine or cool
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For mamoo
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Da crowd knew
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What i would could do
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It's dawoo (?)
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Walk the streets
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Death leads to wild proves (?)
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Nah ru?
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Come around the grounds of ill ten a damn crew (?)
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Every block i get a one love pound
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And how you
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Got fourths in the ho
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Tryin to stay
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Around you
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Cause every time is beef
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And i'm round
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I'm down too
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Criticize no can do to my crew
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From a face that i don't recognize that i knew
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Why you
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At high noon
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Eight or nine
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And if you late i put a finger in ya
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blaboom blaa boom (?)
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Stand a Chance/And You Be Loved
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| Damian "Junior Gong" Marley |
