| Intro
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| Well I say let the almighty Father we praise
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| And yes black people I love you always
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| Chorus Farmerman till it some more, till the soil some more
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| Bare war ah gwan and the ghetto youths poor
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| Till it some more, rainshower me say pour
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| Yow, ghetto youths skull ah bore
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| So farmerman till it some more, till it some more
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| Politician war ah gwan so put the food ah mi door
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| Till it some more, till it some more-yow! |
| make the youths set secure, know now
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| Verse 1 This is the awakening, rise from the dust
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| Ghetto youths stop complaining and go manifest yuh wok
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| As early as the morning, we dey load up the truck
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| With food from east, west, north, and from south
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| Me bring the crumb ah Kingston fi full dem gut
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| Ghetto youths hungry, me ah beg unno no fuss
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| No bother laugh because the government ah puss, me nah go carry dem stuff
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| Duff get rooks offer, nuff get brass
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| Chorus So till it some more, till it some more
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| Ghetto youths hungry, me say ghetto youths poor
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| Till it some more, till the soil some more
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| Babylon ah war and youths hungry and poor
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| Farmer till it some more, just till the soil little more
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| Ghetto youths hungry and the black woman dem poor
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| Till it some more, till it some more, yow! |
| bun Theodore! |
| den
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| Verse 2 Dem ah war when the 'Binghi youth ah hail Selassie I
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| Like water in ah rock, me come fi ring dem dry
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| Me come fi have all ah dem problem pacify unless if I satisfy
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| Ghetto youths me say no cry
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| Remember to hail Emperor Selassie I
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| Cease from yuh war, put down yuh gun, ah bare gheto youths ah die
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| Ah who give yuh authority you little guy?
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| Chorus Till it some more, till it some more
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| You see ghetto youths ah fuss and ghetto youths ah live poor
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| Till it some more, Sizzla till the soil more
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| Yow! |
| dem ah have the ghetto youths skull ah bore
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| Me say fi till it some more, give me righteousness more
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| Bare war ah gwan and ghetto youths skull ah born
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| Gimme little more, gimme the good herb fi sure--oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, why?
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| Verse 3 I look to the east, and ah gather Rastafari children, ah make dem know say
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| Babylon system is the beast
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| And the head is John Pope and Elizabeth and the rest ah whole ah dem
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| Whey ah mix up in ah meat, and dem bloody feast
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| Have dem trigger dey squeeze and bun poor people dem ah cheat
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| Mi tell the ghetto youths and dem no fi go beneath 'cause
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| Babylon havoc dem watching
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| Chorus Till it some more, ill it some more
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| Bare war ah gwan and ghetto youths dem poor!!!
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| Till it some more, till it some more
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| Yow, farmer put down all the food ah mi door
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| Me say till it some---, Babylon no kill nothing more
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| Or else Rasta ah go judge you fi sure
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| No kill nothing more, righteousness more
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| Ghetto youths dey hungry and poor, well den
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| Verse 1 Rise up from the awakening, from the dust
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| Repeated Doh complain fi manifest Jah wok
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| As early as the morning, load the morning truck
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| From east, from west, from north me full it up--from sun touch the city
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| Gih dem food fi full up dem gut
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| Unno no fuss, me nah go carry dem stuff |