| Kindred trod on Israel
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| Kindred trod on Israel
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| Look around you
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| The youth dem need a home
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| Can’t you see that ghetto streets they roam
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| The wilderness is no place for us to rest our weary head
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| Say me naa satta ya
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| Zion bound side walk paved with gold
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| And the milk and the honey flow
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| Nyahbinghi voyage can be no trail of tears
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| Nyahbinghi voyage can be no trail of tears
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| Nyahbinghi voyage can be no trail of tears
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| Nyahbinghi voyage can be no trail of tears
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| Don’t get weary no
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| Don’t get weary no
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| Don’t get weary no
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| Don’t get weary no
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| Release yourselves from all snares that tie you round
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| Break all fetters that bind you
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| Chains that have you bound
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| Over hills and gulleys we go through swamps and waters
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| Out of the gutter
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| Zion bound side walk paved with gold
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| And the milk and honey flow
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| Don’t stop you’ll die in the wilderness yes
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| He naa satta ya
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| Milk and the honey flow
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| Kindred trod on Israel |