Damian Junior Gong Marley - For The Babies
This is real This is real
Now I see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby, miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby
Strength of Rastafari Im hoping someday maybe, they dont obey their parents maybe they will obey me
Future for the babies, hopes for the babies, tomorrow for the babies, no sorrow for the babies
Babies having babies, raising our babies, all of these young ladies give them thanks and praises
How long can she take it? Dreams are full of maybes Will she ever make it? Hustles on a daily In the club a shake it
Strip down til she naked, dont ever mistake it, much too real to fake it, need it then shell take it
Shell do it for the babies, a mothers love is sacred, now you dont ever fail me
A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no dont you ever fail me)
A child needs loving, caring
Is there no other option than adoption for you babies, youre raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies
Strength of Rastafari Im hoping someday maybe, they dont obey their parents maybe they will obey me
Cowards play the game thing, Fathers do the brave thing, And thats participating, He keeps on concentrating
There is no debating, No running away thing, A new life is awakening, From his ,
Its in the oven baking
Takes two for the making, Hes right there through the cravings, And early morning waking,
School and educating
Sports and recreating, Karate and ballet thing, Teenager of today thing, Fathers still relating, Still communicating
And theyll always embrace him, Cause they cannot replace him
A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no dont you ever fail me)
A child needs loving, caring
And always do your best to keep a promise to your babies, And if you cant be good at least be honest to your babies
The strength of Rastafari Im hoping someday maybe, They dont obey their parents maybe they will obey me
History of the babies, Beginning of the ages, Youre flipping through the pages, And up and through the 80s
Some are gang related, Drug affiliated, Some intoxicated, Headed for the snake pit, And Papas locked in cages
And Mamas lacking wages, And this is what theyre faced with, Upon a daily basis, Bleaching out dem faces
Running from dem races, Shooting up dem places, Killing other babies, As bitter as the taste is
And words cannot explain it, Just walk the narrow pavement, And speak of love not hatred.
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