| Blessed love…
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| Satta Massagana…
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| Igziabeher, Negust, Negast
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| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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| Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey
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| Kebra Negast means 'Glory of Kings'
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| Give I and I Selassie I and keep the guy with the blue eyes… for yourself
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| 'Cause people without a vision perish like suicide, mmm
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| You tell me it’s not about color
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| Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
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| Woah woah, yeah yeah
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| All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused
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| They don’t know who to call on in this I-ritical war
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| And you tell me of a paradise inna sky, but that’s a lie
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| And you tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I
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| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
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| No, no
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| Look how they’re treating us
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| This new millennium slavery
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| I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily
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| And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin
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| And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin
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| You tell me its not about color
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| Still you refuse to take the images out your books
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| I know that’s not how we look, Kush
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| Don’t take offense when we shout, «Black power!»
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| It carries us through, we’ve been abused
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| Put yourself in my shoes
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| And no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie
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| Don’t tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I, ha!
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| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
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| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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| Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo, doo
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| Hey
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| Look how they’re treating us
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| This new millennium slavery
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| I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily
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| And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin
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| And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin
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| You tell me its not about color
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| Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
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| Woah woah
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| All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused
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| They don’t know who to call on in this yah spiritual war
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| So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie
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| And no tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I
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| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
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| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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| So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie
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| No come tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I
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| and I
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| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me
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| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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| You can’t fool me, no, no
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| You! |
| can’t fool me, no, no
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| Yeah… |