Cho! (laugh)

Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose

God knows, turn wi loose now

Sing along, a little song

An guh a ting like

 

  

Chorus: Freedom, for some I am bawling

Babylon yuh pull di chain from mi han

Mi still under yuh Babylon system

God knows, Freedom for some I am bawling

Oh Selassie I, rastafarian calling

Beenie Man a sing a ting

 

  

Verse 1: From the day mi know miself, man a born of mammal

Although yuh smart, dem sen yuh guh a Jamal

Teach yuh how fi spell gun and nuclear weapon

How fi spell politics and greet politician

Nowhere in the Bible where those words come from

Dem restore wi name an class us as African

When con is a short name for condemnation

I nuh know bout di I, I a true Ethiopian

Christopher Columbus, 'bout him discover island

Discover what when him come spot the Indian

An a him tun roun an all enslave black man

Muslini an him friend dem tief the gold and all di diamond

WHo steal wi name, check the queen wheh deh a England

A she build the pope and introduce Vatican

From Constantine, Julius and all Pope John

Now dem reach Paul i wonder if dem want to expand

Queen Elie-zabeth, all she is a next one

Well mi naah guh too stress me just a look a explanation

This is the word from the black man

 

  

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Verse 2: I say man a true needle kill the dragon and eagle

Murda di pope wheh a defender of evil

Long time dem bwoi deh a pressure black people

Have wi like a slave under chain and shackle

Now wi buss out inna muscle

Well a long time mi deh warn dem fi look to the east

Warning to the dragon and the mark of the beast

Mek dem a galong suh like dem caan tun discease

Call on the Selassie wheh a blow all di breeze

Weeping wailing, nashing of teeth

God judgement, is only certain man see it

Pope Constantine inna him grave an all a grief

This is no Pelican brief

My Speech

 

  

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Verse 3: People, well unnuh clean out yuh ears an listen to mi lyrics

Yuh nuh hear bout di Lieshah di ball head prophet

Word of Elijah, di man used to spread it

John di most righteous man yet still wasn't a prophet

He could not be God, dem haffi tun him inna baptist

This is the meaning of ma lyrics

in these times Mandela come an try it

Well him never reach far, prison wall di man face it

Malcolm X try an a coppershot end it

All try and dem beat it an kill it

Marcus Garvey try, a fi rice dem sell it

Only we inna di music business can stop it

Follow Beenie Man and all live it

 

  

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