Lyrics

Yo, good over evil Me tell dem sey i neva go deh Man have right, mi tell dem seh a jah in flesh Black people, babylon unnu done haffi left Dem talk yah have di whole dem a fret I swear, that i will never switch I swear, i keep on giving u songs like this I swear, that i will never hitch To defend poor people, one a mi greatest wish Yo give i strengh to jah, so i could go through Never praise no one, like i praise you You put the strengh in me I got the faith in you Anything dem it out, it will get Gimmie some space, gimmie some room Let my people come through Nuff a pretender, nuff a dem is not true Where were they, when friends we view Rasta far i died over you I see the wicked, dem watching and dem peeking Turn off the pipe, cas the water is leaking Theres no time for us to get weaking Rasta far i loving will be seeking Yu see a babylon flesh dem seeking From jah jah pickney yu bown to get beating To the, dem will be reaching Mad people, need to be feeding
Writer(s): Gary B. Baker, Frank Joseph Myers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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