Marcus Garvey (mecoustic) Lyrics - Tarrus Riley

Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey 

Kebra Negast means Glory of Kings 

Give I and I Selassie I and keep the images of lies 

for yourself 

People without a vision perish like suicide 

You tell me its not about color 

Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall 

All you do is trick the brothers and keep them confused 

They don't know who to call in this spiritual war 

Nah tell me, have a paradise in the sky, well that's a lie 

And nah 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 

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Look how they're treating us 

New millennium slavery 

Hiding the chains and still 

beating us daily 

Now we mentally poisoned to fight we black skin 

And bleaching ah the in thing far out and far in sin 

You tell me its not about color 

Still you refuse to take the picture out your books 

I know that's not how we look, kush 

All you do is trick the brothers and keep them confused 

They don't know who to call in this heretical war 

Don't tell me, have a paradise in the sky 

But that's a lie 

Don't 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 

Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe 

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Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey 

Kebra Negast means Glory of Kings 

Give I and I Selassie, keep your images of lies 

for yourself 

People without a vision perish like suicide 

You tell me its not about color 

Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall 

All you do is trick the brothers and keep them confused 

They don't know who to call in this heretical war 

Nah tell me have a paradise in the sky, well that's a lie 

Don't 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 

Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe 

So nah tell me of a paradise in the sky 

Well that's a lie, and nah tell me 

I was born in sin and shaped in inequity 

When Jah created I. 

Look how many prophets tried 

Look how many prophets tried...