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Rastaman sing for her a line |
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Sing to her a line |
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How not to notice |
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Look at her taste |
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The banquet is in her hands |
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They're depending on her things |
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Orchestrater |
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This time is one of many times |
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she was called upon to serve her people |
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her people |
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It looks like they're joyfully |
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Ambiently socializing in line |
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That little black woman holding this whole thing |
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down |
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Disgruntled she cheerfully scold them to cheer |
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from frown |
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She rad and you say yes mama |
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In front of everyone all around |
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So mama keep on wearing her crown |
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Keep on wearing her crown |
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She run her kitchen with know how |
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Don't play around |
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She say dont call, just bring the youth dem come |
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around |
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Mama keep on Wearing Her Crown |
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Rastaman sing for her a line |
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Sing for her a line |
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For all she didn't know |
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She knew how |
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Enough to make them seek her know how |
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With competence and careful preparation with |
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love |
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She experience guile |
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So she know the serpent and dov |
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is all love |
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Strength and helping hands |
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For just to keep her among |
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A blessing her birth |
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And a benefit to all her ones |
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All her ones |
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Her crown, Mama keep on wearing her crown |
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Jah bless them the fruit of her loins |
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Her daughters and sons |
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And Jah bless the parentage and guiding |
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principles |
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that gave us such a one |
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such a one |
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Well how she love to work from the rising of |
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Sun |
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Yes she make to feel ashemeth the younger |
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ones |
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That's why her people love her with |
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floodgates |
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Of food and happiness |
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Celebration a gwaan |