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 Iām hoping someday maybe, they donāt 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 ātil she naked, donāt ever mistake it, much too real to fake it, need it then sheāll take it Sheāll do it for the babies, a motherās love is sacred, now you donāt ever fail me A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no donāt you ever fail me) A child needs loving, caringā Is there no other option than adoption for you babies, youāre raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies Strength of Rastafari Iām hoping someday maybe, they donāt obey their parents maybe they will obey me Cowards play the game thing, Fathers do the brave thing, And thatās participating, He keeps on concentrating There is no debating, No running away thing, A new life is awakening, From his ejaculating, Itās in the oven baking Takes two for the making, Heās 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 theyāll always embrace him, Cause they cannot replace him A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no donāt you ever fail me) A child needs loving, caringā And always do your best to keep a promise to your babies, And if you canāt be good at least be honest to your babies The strength of Rastafari Iām hoping someday maybe, They donāt obey their parents maybe they will obey me History of the babies, Beginning of the ages, Youāre flipping through the pages, And up and through the 80ās Some are gang related, Drug affiliated, Some intoxicated, Headed for the snake pit, And Papaās locked in cages And Mamaās lacking wages, And this is what theyāre 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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