| Maybe one day we’ll be united
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| And our love won’t be divided
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| If love was a thing
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| That me say money could buy
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| The rich man would live
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| And me say the poor man would die
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| If freedom was thing
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| That they would keep upon earth
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| Happiness would be abundant
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| Unity would give birth
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| For a hungry nation
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| Yes you get a hungry people
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| That is mentally cripple
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| And a kind a always hope
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| Gundshi a fight in a South Africa
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| And the youth them a suffer in Dominican
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| Peace, I got a plea calling
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| I see too many kids simply falling
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| In the streets, it’s trife a waste
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| Of a life either you die by the bullet
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| Or struck by a knife
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| But yo it ain’t the way to go
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| You can’t kill the next man
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| Just to get the doe
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| We gotta fight tonight
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| But we gotta fight right
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| Can’t fight for the doe
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| We gotta fight to unit
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| In America the problem take over
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| Robber, shot
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| Robber shot down in Kingston Jamaica
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| Me not joke
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| Me not play, me not get stop
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| Respect Abubaka, respect Mandela
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| Bob Marley tell the dread rasta world
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| Stevie Wonder
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| If you live by the gun
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| And you well well bit by the fun
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| And when ja ja guy come
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| The babylon them have to run
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| We need o-n-e, l-o-v-e
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| U-n-i-t-y before we all die
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| But you don’t listen
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| You don’t understand still kickin'
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| The bullshit tryin' to be the man
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| Well you want to go and do old piece
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| You gotta to get the man
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| With the cop and an education
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| To rebuild the nation |