Texty

Oh, blessed are the meek cah they shall inherit the earth Blessed are they that mourn cah they shall be comforted Selassie I! Dread Before one of I and I words shall pass, hey Zion and Earth shall pass away Rrrrrepeat it According to your work is how you get paid God Almighty Jah come fi save we, yet still Him we betrayed But cry blood, motherless children, cry blood But by blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood Cry blood, motherless children, cry blood Say, by blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood Give it dem too Dem use and abuse, confuse, then rejec' Yet still we a cut off one another neck Rrrrrepeat it True we complexion no get no respect Dread! And now I hear the Declaration a Human Rights dem reject But cry blood, motherless children, cry blood Say by blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood Say cry blood, motherless children, cry blood By blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood Welll, hear me now No Rasta picking, you no get inna here Hey! An' as a Rastaman, I and I no fi swear I know what kind of man I would have been If I'm not allowed to talk about what I see But then again, Bible say Let yea be yea and nay be nay Cah Jah Jah never built the world inna one day Jah Jah built everything inna different way Him make human beings fi have children and him?? So cry blood, motherless children, cry blood Bawl blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood Jah! Cry blood, motherless children, cry blood By blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood What I'm ask him to, help me Lord Cumbaya I'm asking him to help me tonight Cumbaya I'm asking him to help me, Jah Cumbaya O Lord, Cumbaya O Lord, Cumbaya So cry blood, motherless children, cry blood Say by blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood Cry blood, motherless children, cry blood Bawl blood, all Ethiopians bawl blood Well, hear this I can remember when I was a little boy Have nothing to eat... on Christmas Eve Not even a pair of shoes on my feet And then come the worst time When I and I never have any time And we have to play outside I and me little sister When we in dire, hungry days Everybody haffi meet hungry days Sometimes your life, hungry days... So cry blood, motherless children, cry blood...
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