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Oh yes, Dancehall Records
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Woah, yeah
It's a, it's a
I a bawl, I a bawl
Tears in my eyes, I a bawl
I a bawl, yeah, yeah
Fi mi poor parents dem, woah, yeah
A dem make we lost our way
From mama earth, African culture
And bring in dem European doctrines
Turn black people inna vulture
Dem make we lost our way
From mama earth, Ethiopian sculpture
And bring in dem European doctrines
Want turn black people inna vulture
Through dem dutty doctrines
I a tell you di love we lost it
Naturally di people dem soul become a basket
That's why we have so much night-night
And so much casket
'Cause pure segregation a cultivation
That's why we cyan find no food from di earth when we go a market
'Cause people have no time to plant it
A we do di dutty works and dem reap and then dem harass it
Then shoot you, dem never target
Only thing we get a pure ends, and turf, and borderlines
And we say, "One cyan cross it"
A dem contribute fi hold we down inna di slum
I a tell you dem a Enaga and mi Market
A dem make we lost our way
From mama earth, African culture
And bring in dem European doctrines
Want turn black people inna vulture
Dem make we lost our way
From mama earth, Ethiopian sculpture
And bring in dem European doctrines
Want turn black people inna vulture
Poor parents work so hard, dem collect di royalties
And then dem go up a laugh and a live
But Jah never sleep
Never close His eyelids
Fire burn di check, and di mileage
You di greater di
Yes, di whole a di
Yes, di sun a see
That's why dem kill ghetto people 'cause dem value dem cheap
Then dem go up a laugh and a feast, yeah
Mama bawl when she see di gun di politician give her son
Di way how it all
When she hear a him and him friend dem shoot di mall
When him a leave up out she just a fall
Dem make we lost our way
From mama earth, African culture
And bring in dem European doctrines
Turn black people inna vulture
Dem make we lost our way
From mama earth, Ethiopian sculpture
And bring in dem European doctrines
Want turn black people inna vulture
Yeah
Africans, I a cry fi you
Africans, me will die fi you
Dem trade us
Cross di ocean dem sail us
We broke dem master
So dem beat us, mistreat us
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
I a bawl





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