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(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 Ras Tafari 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 Ras Tafari 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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And always 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 Ras Tafari 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 |