Lyrics

Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo Oh mourning, mourning for my people, yeah Man must vanq these money men Who pay I and I to fight I bredens Just because I'm in hunger Them hold I with them dunza And now man I grow with like a brother Would shoot I for nothing other than Blood money, blood dunza, yeah Blood money, blood dunza, mmm Oh, there shall be lighting and thunder For the heathens who take advantage shall suffer-ah To gain their vanity of power They shall reach their final hour They will be cut off forever, yeah Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo Oh mourning, mourning for my people, mmm Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo Oh mourning, mourning for my people, yea-ah So bredrens, bredrens wrath no more Lte's I-nite in these trebelous times Vanq the money men, vanq the oppressor Let Jah spirit give guidance I-ternally Let the money men be the sufferer Then man I grow with like a brother Will never shoot I for them, no them Blood money, blood dunza, I an' I nuh wan' no Blood money, blood dunza, no Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo No more mourning, no more mourning for my people, mmm I an'I don't want to mourn no more, no more, no We don't wan' no blood money, no No blood money, no
Writer(s): Geoffrey A Chung, Pableto Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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