Tafari tries to get a job
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Ten letters behind his name.
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Born up in the cornfields
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Tafari doesn't the game
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The game has not respect for life
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Even less for rules. Winners only need apply,
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Sorry no rooms for fools.
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Tafari, looks up to the stars and
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Wonders if there's life on Mars
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Some say, he should shave his head,
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But he's proud to be a dread.
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Chorus:
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'cos I'll be stronger.
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For the truth, I know takes longer
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I've the cunning of the tiger and the
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Wisdom of the trees.
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I won't be sad, refuse the sorrow
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I look forward to tomorrow
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I'll release my anger,
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'cos I'm proud to be a dread.
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Selassie, tries to find a home,
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To rest his weary head.
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A place where he can take his girl
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To share his spiritual bed.
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When he's greeted at the door,
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The sign has changed his tune.
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Though his Queen is full of child, sorry.
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There's no room.
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Selassie looks up to the clouds,
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He curses hard and shouts of out loud.
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Remembering his father's words,
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A whisper from the dead.
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Chorus
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'Cos in this life, you have to
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take a chance, or why else live at all.
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'Cos in this life, to climb a mountain,
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sometimes expect to fall.
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'cos in this life nothing comes easy,
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if it does, it has a price.
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'Cos in this life a martyr suffers,
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look at Jesus Christ
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Proud To Be A Dread
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| des`ree |
