For The Babies Lyrics - Welcome To Jamrock - Damian "junior Gong" Marley

This is real, this is real 

Now I see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby 

Miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby 

Strength of Ras Tafari I'm hoping someday maybe 

They don't obey parents, maybe they will obey me 

Future for the babies 

Hopes for the babies 

Tommorrow for the babies 

No sorrow for the babies 

Babies having babies 

Raising our babies 

All of these young ladies 

Give them thanks and praises 

How long can she take it? 

Dreams are full of 'maybes', 

Will she ever make it? 

Hustles on a daily 

In the club she shake it, strip down 'till she naked 

Don't ever mistake it, Much too real to fake it 

Need it then she'll take it 

She'll do it for the babies 

A mother's love is sacred 

Now you don't you ever fail me 

A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don't you ever fail me) 

A child needs loving, caring 

Is there no other option than adoption for you babies 

You're raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies 

Strength of Ras Tafari I'm hoping someday maybe 

They don't obey their parents, maybe they will obey me 

Cowards play the game thing 

Fathers do the brave thing 

And that's participating 

He keeps on concentrating 

There is no debating 

No running away thing 

A new life is awakening, From his ejaculating, 

It's in the oven baking 

Takes two for the making 

He's right there through the cravings 

And early morning waking 

School and educating 

Sports and recreating, Karate and ballet thing 

Teenager of today thing 

Fathers still relating, still communicating 

And they'll always embrace him 

Cause they cannot replace him 

A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don't you ever fail me) 

A child needs loving, caring 

And always do your very best to keep a promise to your babies 

And if you can't be good, at least be honest to your babies 

The strength of Ras Tafari I'm hoping someday maybe 

They don't obey their parents maybe they will o 

History of the babies 

Beginning of the ages 

You're flipping thru the pages 

And up and thru the 80's 

Some are gang related, Drug affiliated 

Some intoxicated, Headed for the snake pit 

And Papa's locked in cages 

And Mama's lacking wages 

And this what they're faced with, upon a daily basis 

Bleaching out dem faces 

Running from dem races 

Shooting up them places 

Killing other babies 

As bitter as the taste is, And words can not explain it 

Just walk the narrow pavement 

And speak of love not hatred