For the Babies (Featuring Stephen Marley)

Oh, oh, no, no, no 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, I'm hoping someday maybe They don't obey they parents, maybe they will obey me Future for the babies Hope for the babies Tomorrow for the babies No sorrow for the babies Babies having babies Raising our babies All of these young babies Give them thanks and praises How long can she take it? Dreams are full of maybes Will she ever make it? Hustles on the daily In the club a-shake it Strip down till she naked Don't ever mistake it Need it' then she will take it She'll do it for the babies A mother's love is sacred Now don't you ever fail me A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time Now, you don't ever fail me A child needs loving, caring, yeah, oh, yeah Is there no other option than adoption for babies? You're raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies Strength of Rastafari, I'm hoping someday maybe They don't obey they parents, maybe they will obey me Cowards play the game thing Fathers do the brave thing And that's participating He keeps on concentrating There is no debating No running away thing A new life is awakening From his ejaculating It's in the oven baking Takes two for the making He's 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 they'll always embrace him Because they cannot replace him A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time Because they cannot replace him A child needs loving, caring, yeah, oh, yeah And always do your very best to keep your promise to your babies And if you can't be good, at least be honest to your babies The strength of Rastafari, I'm hoping someday maybe They don't obey they parents, maybe they will, oh History of the babies Beginning of the ages You're flipping through the pages And up and through the 80s Some are gang related Drug affiliated Some intoxicated Headed for the snake pit And papa's lock in cages And mama's lacking wages And this is what they're faced with Upon a daily basis Bleaching out them faces Running from the races Shooting up them 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, no