Lyrics Blackman's Paradise - Morgan Heritage

This is one for our people [yea]
Gonna shout it loud, shout it loud [yeah, yea, yea.]

[Chorus:]
Where is the blackman′s paradise.
That marcus garvey fight for yesterday
And we're still fighting for today

Where is the blackman′s paradise.
That bob marley fight for today
And we're still figthing for today.

Where is the blackman's paradise...
Martin luther king fight for yesterday
And we′re still fighthing for today.

[Verse 1:]
This maybe harsh to say but to live in a white world
It′s a statement that many futters say but jah is our protector
And we not fear to say:
It's a prejudice world,[yea]
In a prejudice world.

[Chorus:]
Where is the blackman′s paradise.
That marcus garvey fight for yesterday
And we're still fighting for today

Where is the blackman′s paradise.
That bob marley fight for today
And we're still figthing for today.

Where is the blackman′s paradise...
Martin luther king fight for yesterday
And we're still fighthing for today.

[Verse 2:]
Is there unity and the philosophy that gives them superiority.
Calling us minority and in their hearts they know we are the majority.
Its a prejudice world, in a prejudice world.

[Chorus:]
Where is the blackman's paradise.
That marcus garvey fight for yesterday
And we′re still fighting for today

Where is the blackman′s paradise.
That bob marley fight for today
And we're still figthing for today.

Where is the blackman′s paradise...
Martin luther king fight for yesterday
And we're still fighthing for today.

Take a moment to sit down and meditate.
History will recall and everything we convey.
I hope the message in this song will provide the strengths we′ll
Need, to shout it loud:
It's a prejudice world [yeah]
It′s a prejudice world.

[Chorus:]
Where is the blackman's paradise.
Nelson mandela fights for today
Louis fara come fights for today

Where is the blackman's paradise
That the rastaman fights for today
That the ghetto youths that cried for today

Where is the blackman′s paradise
That the singers sing about today
That the musicians played for today

Where is the blackman′s paradise.
What will tell the ghetto youths say
What will we tell the children's

We cry, we cry [yea, yea]...