Babylon Falling

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