| Song | Oh Children |
| Artist | Sizzla |
| Album | Royal Son Of Ethiopia |
| 作曲 : Miguel Collins/Philip "Fatis" Burrell/Sly Dunbar | |
| [Intro:] Well, | |
| I say bless the man that reveal all the truth you know | |
| Unto this generation | |
| Those with them eye and has never over-stand [Chorus:] | |
| Oh children, | |
| Babylon build them cities | |
| And break their own laws | |
| So long you've been amongst them | |
| Yet they didn't teach you that the fools get caught | |
| So take us to the place where | |
| Justice embedded in our heart, truly ours | |
| Etiopia he was born there | |
| Emperor Selassie | |
| I they all fail to adore [Verse 1:] | |
| Oh judgement | |
| We the people must be true to ourself | |
| Stoop to brutality, you perish and melt | |
| Aware them have fi hide | |
| What make them don't want fi help ? | |
| The children going idly having no strength | |
| Our duty is to teach | |
| So you make it frequent | |
| You no beat upon your shoulders | |
| Here come the judgement | |
| Can not be going that way | |
| Killing yourself, what's the sense ? | |
| Them young, tell them get the teaching from the high sense [Chorus] [Verse 2:] | |
| Firing guns becomes disobedient | |
| They know not from whence they came, so they rebel against | |
| Babylon set it so, building them bridges and fence | |
| That they may support them so-called government | |
| Them instigate the downfall of | |
| Jah righteous children | |
| Remind them that slavery was not an accident | |
| In return they kill my brothers and my parents | |
| Repatriation, bless how give them all the strength | |
| Africa we deh come, so me hear the high sense | |
| Mother Nature made us in the natural essence | |
| Emperor Selassie | |
| I him rule all events | |
| We don't care if them intelligence | |
| Oh now [Chorus] [Verse 3:] | |
| I and I have the foundation of the earth | |
| Never been thirst | |
| Black people | |
| Now I tell you to stand | |
| While you cease to be | |
| And let them come and dish your dirt | |
| Oh no they have lost their way | |
| Because their desire was for fame and greed | |
| I tell you now all tongue haffi go tell | |
| Oh yes, all wicked man down on their knees | |
| But now [Chorus] [Verse 1] [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Miguel Collins Philip " Fatis" Burrell Sly Dunbar | |
| Intro: Well, | |
| I say bless the man that reveal all the truth you know | |
| Unto this generation | |
| Those with them eye and has never overstand Chorus: | |
| Oh children, | |
| Babylon build them cities | |
| And break their own laws | |
| So long you' ve been amongst them | |
| Yet they didn' t teach you that the fools get caught | |
| So take us to the place where | |
| Justice embedded in our heart, truly ours | |
| Etiopia he was born there | |
| Emperor Selassie | |
| I they all fail to adore Verse 1: | |
| Oh judgement | |
| We the people must be true to ourself | |
| Stoop to brutality, you perish and melt | |
| Aware them have fi hide | |
| What make them don' t want fi help ? | |
| The children going idly having no strength | |
| Our duty is to teach | |
| So you make it frequent | |
| You no beat upon your shoulders | |
| Here come the judgement | |
| Can not be going that way | |
| Killing yourself, what' s the sense ? | |
| Them young, tell them get the teaching from the high sense Chorus Verse 2: | |
| Firing guns becomes disobedient | |
| They know not from whence they came, so they rebel against | |
| Babylon set it so, building them bridges and fence | |
| That they may support them socalled government | |
| Them instigate the downfall of | |
| Jah righteous children | |
| Remind them that slavery was not an accident | |
| In return they kill my brothers and my parents | |
| Repatriation, bless how give them all the strength | |
| Africa we deh come, so me hear the high sense | |
| Mother Nature made us in the natural essence | |
| Emperor Selassie | |
| I him rule all events | |
| We don' t care if them intelligence | |
| Oh now Chorus Verse 3: | |
| I and I have the foundation of the earth | |
| Never been thirst | |
| Black people | |
| Now I tell you to stand | |
| While you cease to be | |
| And let them come and dish your dirt | |
| Oh no they have lost their way | |
| Because their desire was for fame and greed | |
| I tell you now all tongue haffi go tell | |
| Oh yes, all wicked man down on their knees | |
| But now Chorus Verse 1 Chorus |