Songtexte
Hungry
days!
Crying
of
ghetto
youths
on
the
streets
Hey
mama,
don't
worry!
Your
son
at
work
Daddy!
Worry
not
Flashing
over
we
back
Red!
Fire
slave
master
Burn
dem
out!
More
than
four
hundred
years
Hey,
you
no
know
me
yet?!
Mama
cry,
daddy
bawl
Someone
please
wipe
the
tears
from
their
eyes
'Cause
they're
bawling
I
hear
they're
bawling,
bawling
out,
yo
Rasta
chant,
Rasta
plant
Ghetto
youths
dem
done
see
say
Babylon
They
are
falling
Babylon
falling,
falling
down,
yo
So,
me
a
go
sing
this
to
the
young
generation
Come
organize
and
hold
a
firm
meditation
Every
nickel
make
a
buckle,
nobody
rush
fi
the
potion
Beware
of
dem
police
and
dem
station
All
Africans,
me
a
beg
unuh
come
make
we
make
preparation
Burn
segregation,
chant
for
repatriation
Woman
and
man
inna
one
cultivation
The
historical
fact
I
nah
stray
from
I
go
see
Mama
cry,
daddy
bawl
Someone
please
wipe
the
tears
from
their
eyes
'Cause
they're
bawling
I
hear
they're
bawling,
bawling,
bawling
now
Rasta
chant
and
Rasta
plant
And
ghetto
youths
dem
done
see
say
Babylon
They
are
falling
We
know
that
they
are
falling,
falling
down
So,
we
just
chant
fi
prosperity,
mi
nation
inherity
Long
life,
spend
time,
good
credibility
More
prosperity,
the
right
ideology
Chant
fi
world
peace,
bun
dem
nuclear
atrocity
Water,
food,
give
we
free
electricity
Let
go
innocent
people,
pickney
outta
captivity
Grab
up
all
your
property,
pure
Rasta
livity
Hey,
no
bend
down
the
garage,
you
know
And
me
Mama
cry,
daddy
bawl
Someone
please
wipe
the
tears
from
their
eyes
'Cause
they're
bawling
I
hear
they're
bawling
out
for
some
more
Rasta
chant,
Rasta
plant
Done
Babylon,
mi
turn
get
a
glance
And
see
they're
falling
I
see
that
they're
falling,
falling
down,
hey
No
more
wars
and
weeping
No
more
slave
master
beating
I
a
raise
a
chant
and
I
a
raise
a
plant
And
now
is
the
time
for
reaping
So,
who
is
gonna
help
me
till
the
soil?
Who
is
gonna
help
me
walk
that
extra
mile?
Who
is
gonna
boil
that
coconut
oil?
Most
black
woman
and
dem
child
Hey,
everyting
me
got
so
mild
Mama
cry,
daddy
bawl
Someone
please
wipe
the
tears
from
their
eyes
'Cause
they're
bawling
I
hear
they're
bawling,
bawling
Rasta
chant,
Rasta
plant
Hey,
Babylon,
dem
can't
get
no
chance
Just
hear
falling
I
see
they're
falling,
falling
down,
yo
So,
me
a
sing
this
to
the
young
generation
Organize
and
hold
a
firm
meditation
Every
nickel
make
a
buckle,
nobody
stray
fi
the
potion
Beware
of
dem
police
and
dem
station
All
Africans,
me
a
beg
unuh
come
make
we
go
make
preparation
Burn
segregation,
chant
for
repatriation
Woman
and
man
inna
one
cultivation
Hey,
dem
real
life
weh
me
can't
stray
from
Mama
cry
Hey,
look
at
this
baby
bawl,
yeah
Dem
a
fi
just
fi
give
I
and
I
food
to
eat
And
I
have
to
find
out,
hey,
hey
So
much
trouble,
and
pain,
and
stress
And
I
have
to
find
out
if
I
go
choose
just
to
eat
a
little
food
Just
to
get
a
money
to
spend
It's
always
so
difficult,
you
know
So,
mama
cry,
daddy
bawl
Someone
please
wipe
the
tears
from
their
eyes
'Cause
they're
bawling
I
hear
dem,
I
hear
dem,
I
near
dem,
I
near
dem
Oh,
Rastaman,
hey,
Naya
man
Out
of
dance
come
together
now
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