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

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 the daily

In the club, a-shake it

Strip down till she naked

Don't ever mistake it

Much too real to fake it

Need it, then she'll 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, don't you ever fail me

A child needs loving, caring, yeah, oh, yeah

Is there no other option than adoption for your 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 wakings

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

'Cause they cannot replace him

A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time

'Cause they cannot replace him

A child needs loving, caring, yeah, oh, yeah

And always do your very best to keep a 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 locked 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 them 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