| Intro:
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| Let H.I.M. |
| be sanctified
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| Hey whoa oh whoa oh
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| check how di vibes all ah flow
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| how di ghetto youths dem ah grow
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| so much love
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| Chorus
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| Hard Grounds no sound from di suffering
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| who collect di pounds to keep dem bound from di uprising?
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| Hey Hard Ground, cold ground for di suffering
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| hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down
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| yet wi still striving (x2)
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| Verse 1
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| Then ah who gi di ghetto youth gun
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| fi dem roam all di street every day and night?
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| Check ah which way di nozzle dem turn
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| mi ah tell unno seh trigger happy ever waan strife
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| nuff ah bawl 'Cree!'
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| too late fi guh flee
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| by chance if yuh keep all yuh life
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| before di day could done, nuff a dem gone
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| stop all di war and strife
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| where are the so called leaders
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| who pollute and corrupt all di place?
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| Yow di nowadays bleeders, back door dealers
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| who put di youths dem to waste
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| di devil’s receivers they always ah cheat
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| just step pon di things dem create
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| woee, strive now
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| mi see seh day Babylon ah fake
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| Chorus
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| Verse 2
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| Their feelings manifest what is so real
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| hoping not for the innocent but who?
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| Shall we surely feel
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| I can see outpouring wrath
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| its not concealed
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| time fi equal rights and justice
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| not fi corn meal
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| I know they don’t know where they’re going
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| long before now Rastafari dem see and know everything
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| they go confused within this modern system
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| you’ve received the prize, was it rewarding?
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| Chorus
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| Verse 3
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| Home on yuh own alone wid mother and child
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| yet father missing
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| man stand up and play yuh role
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| mi haffi do my own, cyaan do it fi him
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| have yuh ever heard di cries of boys and girls
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| every time when hungry ah ring?
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| Tears full mamma eye everyone know why
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| she alone haffi do di jugglin, yeah
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| some guys organise and ah mek bare noise
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| and not one thing dem ah bring
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| mama well qualified education alright
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| fi her way not a job can swing
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| when she touch pon base and look pon di fence
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| stress keep on coming
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| is a heavy piece a weight when she push all di gate
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| like di struggling just begin
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| Chorus |