| What of them? |
| Enough of them claim to be chosen
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| What of them? |
| Their hearts they claim were broken
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| And inside them play, games of you long day
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| No longer, seeing from the vision
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| Chanting from the mountain
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| No longer sitting on the hill, no longer
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| Wo-uh-wo, no longer
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| Shall dem see, and they teach dem, Marcus say
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| No longer shall dem kill us
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| «defeating them because they have no purpose»
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| I, want to be part of the dawning
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| Don’t want to see them in the morning
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| Mourning for the pure lose of life… Don say so
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| Oh, over yonder dem chanting oh Jah
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| Want to hold dem head up high
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| And if we see dem, they should be rocking
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| Why have they chosen, suffer the right
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| Suffer the right, suffer the right
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| Suffer the right, suffer the right
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| Wicked, wicked are them
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| Wicked, wicked are them
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| Wicked are them who born for numbers oh
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| Well inside of them, dwell in the light of Jah
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| Inside of them, live in the heart of Jah
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| Remember Jah is the rule of it all, yeah
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| And in the end their mountain will fall
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| But music it must come first
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| The music it must come first
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| Oh-oh-Jah-ah
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| Protect them for them see that they
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| Should not be weeping, they should be loving
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| Oh-oh protect them for they should not be weeping
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| They should be rejoicing for life
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| Wo-uh-oh we’ll challenge their heart
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| Wo-uh-oh Look at them a call from
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| Wo-uh-oh The fittest of the fittest shall remember…
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| Wo-uh-oh…I-want them to know
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| Wo-uh-oh…dem-haffe find shelter
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| Wo-uh-oh…I-want them to see
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| Wo-uh-oh…dem-live upon a ah-uh-oh
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| Wo-uh-oh…I-want them to remember
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| Wo-uh-oh…I-Steven Biko
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| Wo-uh-oh…I-want them to see
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| That the glory of their hearts
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| Was put inside dem for a reason
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| Unto Nations… What happened to communication?
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| What of the generation
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| Who stand in the sinking sands of Babylonian
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| Oh Babylonian, oh Babylonian…
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| Oh Babylonian, oh Babylonian prison
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| Enter in the jungle of the fortre, fortre
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| Sit upon the ites a de man chant so, lie so
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| Chant upon the ark, a de my ark
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| A de my ark, a de ma yo-yeah
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| Oh na wanna be chosen
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| What to be one of them who were chosen
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| Oh yeah, oh Lord!!! |
| Yeah
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| Suffer the right |