| Now I see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby
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| Miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby
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| Strength of Ras Tafari I’m hoping someday maybe
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| They don’t obey parents, maybe they will obey me Future for the babies
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| Hopes for the babies
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| Tommorrow for the babies
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| No sorrow for the babies
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| Babies having babies
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| Raising our babies
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| All of these young ladies
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| Give them thanks and praises
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| How long can she take it?
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| Dreams are full of 'maybes',
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| Will she ever make it?
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| Hustles on a daily
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| In the club she shake it, strip down 'till she naked
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| 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
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| A mother’s love is sacred
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| Now you don’t you ever fail me A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don’t you ever fail me)
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| A child needs loving, caring…
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| Is there no other option than adoption for you babies
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| You’re raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies
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| Strength of Ras Tafari I’m hoping someday maybe
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| They don’t obey their parents, maybe they will obey me Cowards play the game thing
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| Fathers do the brave thing
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| And that’s participating
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| He keeps on concentrating
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| There is no debating
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| No running away thing
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| A new life is awakening, From his ejaculating,
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| It’s in the oven baking
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| Takes two for the making
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| He’s right there through the cravings
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| And early morning waking
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| School and educating
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| Sports and recreating, Karate and ballet thing
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| Teenager of today thing
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| Fathers still relating, still communicating
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| And they’ll always embrace him
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| Cause they cannot replace him
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| And always do your very best to keep a promise to your babies
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| And if you can’t be good, at least be honest to your babies
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| The strength of Ras Tafari I’m hoping someday maybe
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| They don’t obey their parents maybe they will o…
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| History of the babies
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| Beginning of the ages
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| You’re flipping thru the pages
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| And up and thru the 80's
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| Some are gang related, Drug affiliated
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| Some intoxicated, Headed for the snake pit
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| And Papa’s locked in cages
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| And Mama’s lacking wages
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| And this what they’re faced with, upon a daily basis
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| Bleaching out dem faces,
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| Running from dem races
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| Shooting up them places
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| Killing other babies
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| As bitter as the taste is, And words can not explain it Just walk the narrow pavement
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| And of love not hatred |