The beat of his wings on the moon never tire. As black crow descends stealing somebody else's fire. Suffering is no cause for pity. As black crow hits shoe shine city.
Once again I'm hiding in backwaters,. Running this way and that,. Trying so very hard to please.. . (Beware of hidden snares.). Rushing to bite the hand that feeds me,.
And when it appeared. It was a flaming book of matches. A hundred and twenty-five spheres. On a parquet floor.
Cold morning. Start of another day. Sleeping through the epilogue. Waking to the sound of rain. . Driven to the crossroads. Where value's meaningless.
It`s later than I thought it was. The shadows long and lost. Circle through the room. . Swear as I met your mother there. In new orleans. The sun was slipping into blue.
Woo hoo hooo. Well alright, alright. Woo hoo hooo. Alright, alright. Woo hoo hooo. Alright, alright alright. Woo hoo hooo. Well alright, yeah. . I pass my boys a bud.
We take a look around the world and we see what is going on. So much people complaining saying there's to much war. Tell me what are we gonna do to better the future.
We'd like to send this one to all the children around the world. From the shores of the Caribbean, to the jungles of South America. To the inner cities of North America.
(Intro). Hear mi nuh baby. Whoa na na na na (Whoa na na na). Baby whoa na na na (baby whoa na na). Just one touch, one kiss from your lips, it's heaven, yeah.
Oh, yes, the youths, dem wailing. And them crying. . We heard the voices crying out. In the valley asking for help. And we're their only hope. So we're here sending a message.
Were crying for freedom, for all man kind. We don't care about color racism is not our style. We fighting for a better world, for the young boys and girls.
Let's make it better for the children of tomorrow. For the children today. Let's make it better for the children of tomorrow. For the children today. .
A man is still a man. Whether he wears jacket and tie or he walks bare feet. The only difference is, whether he's good or evil. A man is still a man. Whether he's rich or poor, black or white for sure.
Well, well, well, ooh, ooh, yeah. . Everybody listen. War doesn't make friends. War turns people into homeless and refugees. War causes to many people to die.
I've seen the Son of Man, you know He's going there. With a voice much louder than the rolling thunder. And His presence causing the earth to tremble, yeah.
She's still loving me. Though I caused her so much pain. I've done my share of wrong. My share of wrong. Time and time again. . She's still loving me and I can't deny, oh no.
Seeds of humanity. Why cant we love each man equally?. No matter the race color or creed. Lets take a look in the mirror I say. And find our own simple ways.
Yeah, oh God, we can see. Jah bless reggae music once again. It's so nice, it's so sweet. It's so beautiful to see. The people live in sweet sweet love.
Ah if it wasn't for rastafari. I ani would have no strength to survive. Aye let us take a look around (take a look around). See what going down. . Tell me how come here in Jamacia so many people still a fight Rasta.