verse

this city ain't for the livin'

it is for the dead

and this place ain't for the givin'

it's for the ones that take

nine to five twenty four seven

everyday's the same

don't wanna die this way

I wanna fly away

the meter ah run

and soon we gotta pay

there's a traffic jam

on the fast lane

if I could I woulda run

but I'm too far away

Mystery Babylon get off my brain

you're callin' this freedom

tru' you no see no chains

look what I've become

- a stranger to myself

I can't think straight

let me hear you if you feel the same


chorus

gotta rememba

the dreams we used to have

gotta rememba

things used to be so simple then

gotta rememba

rememba and learn

and never surrender (never surrender)

this is my life my only turn


verse

when you meet the King of Kings

will it matter then?

all your dimond rings

will they matter then?

when we get an inch

we take a mile my friend

tell me what are you respected for?

you think you got a lot of game (yau)

nuff people once were black

and now them no black again

reachin' out to all the rude boys

and the shotter them

reachin' out to all the good girls

and the hooker them

from those that push afros

down to the red neck cracker them

from the highest of uptown

down to the gutter them

from those that love black music

down to the rocker them

(“he tried to kill my daddy”)

not again!


chorus


gotta rememba

…yes I gotta yes you gotta yes we gotta…

…babatunde ina di place, shashamani ina di place yagaya

don't just stand there ana gaze…