Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Created I, artist - Tarrus Riley. Date of issue: 30.11.2009
Song language: English
Love Created I |
| Blessed love… |
| Satta Massagana… |
| Igziabeher, Negust, Negast |
| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe |
| Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey |
| Kebra Negast means 'Glory of Kings' |
| Give I and I Selassie I and keep the guy with the blue eyes… for yourself |
| 'Cause people without a vision perish like suicide, mmm |
| You tell me it’s not about color |
| Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall |
| Woah woah, yeah yeah |
| All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused |
| They don’t know who to call on in this I-ritical war |
| And you tell me of a paradise inna sky, but that’s a lie |
| And you tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I |
| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me |
| No, no |
| Look how they’re treating us |
| This new millennium slavery |
| I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily |
| And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin |
| And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin |
| You tell me its not about color |
| Still you refuse to take the images out your books |
| I know that’s not how we look, Kush |
| Don’t take offense when we shout, «Black power!» |
| It carries us through, we’ve been abused |
| Put yourself in my shoes |
| And no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie |
| Don’t tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I, ha! |
| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me |
| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe |
| Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo, doo |
| Hey |
| Look how they’re treating us |
| This new millennium slavery |
| I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily |
| And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin |
| And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin |
| You tell me its not about color |
| Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall |
| Woah woah |
| All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused |
| They don’t know who to call on in this yah spiritual war |
| So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie |
| And no tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I |
| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me |
| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe |
| So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie |
| No come tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I |
| and I |
| Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me |
| Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe |
| You can’t fool me, no, no |
| You! |
| can’t fool me, no, no |
| Yeah… |