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Zion, dreaming from an Iron gate |
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Dragon, fire ago burn dem all |
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Jah gonna start the revolution |
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The light struck the night, |
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Too indiscipline a battle dem fight |
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Walk and talk they steal, mash dem down we will |
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With the strength of a lion stand still |
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Iya, Iya, war today, oh steal I hear war today-ay-ay |
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The youth dem call upon the elders of which we seek after |
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The Congo Man a chanting, oh dem Congo Man a chant... |
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Oh the youth dem know, but what they cannot see |
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Is how dem use to laugh, and then kick upon we |
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Oh all the youth don't know, of all those tears we cry |
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Yes oh this Rastaman life, oh of this Rastaman life |
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And you can hear them shouting changes |
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From out of the minds and thoughts of our children |
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Here in desolate places |
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Oh we give thanks and praises to dem elders |
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For the guidance we are after |
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Oh we give thanks and praises to dem elders |
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For unto them we know that |
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No one shall stand alone tonight |
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Shall run, run tonight, shall stand alone tonight |
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Shall run, run tonight |
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Long before this war we use to cry and use to lie in bed |
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With visions of fire running red, |
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And so we call upon these elders instead |
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Don Carlos at the control |
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Wo yeah! Wo yeah! Now (4x) |
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See them come up along the road, oh I can see them |
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Some walk by day and some stalk by night |
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Oh Rastafari shall greet them in the end |
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And so de man run up so long, so long, Oh, Lord! |
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Beaten dem down, shootin' dem down |
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Oh it's a poor man's battle for the youth man stalk |
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And the rich dem run away |
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Seems like de don't know dem right from wrong |
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But I see the youth will fight tonight, wow |
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Look how they jump, and shriek and moan |
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For natty coming over: Oh freedom taking over |
