(We'll be forever loving Jah)
Wo-o-o-o! Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya! Woy-oh!Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah! Oh!(We'll be forever loving Jah;We'll be forever loving Jah!)Some they say see them walking up the street;They say we're going wrong to all the people we meet;But-a we won't worry, we won't shed no tears:We found a way to cast away the fears,Forever, yeah!(We'll be forever loving Jah) We'll be forever!(We'll be forever loving Jah) Forever, yes, and forever!(We'll be forever loving Jah) There'll be no end.So, old man river, don't cry for me;A-have got a running stream of love you see.So, no matter what stages - oh stages -Stages - stages they put us through,We'll never be blueNo matter what rages, oh rages,Changes - rages they put us through,We'll never be blue:We'll be forever, yeah!(We'll be forever loving Jah) We'll be forever!(We'll be forever loving Jah) Forever, and ever, yes, and forever!(We'll be forever loving Jah) 'Cause there is no end.'Cause only a fool lean upon -Lean upon his own misunderstanding, oh ho, oh, yeah!And then what has been hiddenFrom the wise and the prudentBeen revealed to the babe and the sucklingIn everyt'ing, in every way, I say, yeah!(We'll be forever loving Jah) We'll be forever!(We'll be forever loving Jah)'Cause just like a tree planted - planted by the rivers of waterThat bringeth forth fruits - bringeth forth fruits in due season;Everything in life got its purpose,Find its reason in every season,Forever, yeah!(We'll be forever loving Jah) We'll be forever!(We'll be forever loving Jah) On and on and on!(We'll be forever loving Jah) We'll be forever, yes, yes -we'll be forever.(We'll be forever loving Jah)
Pimper's paradise
She love to party, have a good timeShe looks so hearty, feeling fineShe loves to smoke, sometime shifting cokeShe'll be laughing when there ain't no jokeA pimper's paradise, that's all she was nowA pimper's paradise, that's all she wasA pimper's paradise, that's all she wasEvery need got an ego to feedEvery need got an ego to feedShe loves to model, up in the latest fashionShe's in the scramble and she moves with passionShe's getting high, trying to fly the skyNow she is bluesing when there ain't no bluesA pimper's paradise, that's all she was nowA pimper's paradise, that's all she wasA pimper's paradise, that's all she wasEvery need got an ego to feedEvery need got an ego to feedA pimper's paradise, that's all she was nowA pimper's paradise, that's all she wasA pimper's paradise, I'm sorry for the victim nowA pimper's paradise, soon their heads, soon theirSoon their very heads will bowPimper's paradise, don't lose trackDon't lose track of yourself, oh no!Pimper's paradise, don't be just a stock, a stock on the shelfStock on the shelf, Pimper's paradise, that's all she was
WAR
What life has taught meI would like to share withThose who want to learn...Until the philosophy which hold one raceSuperior and another inferiorIs finally and permanently discredited and abandonedEverywhere is war, me say warThat until there are no longer first classAnd second class citizens of any nationUntil the colour of a man's skinIs of no more significance than the colour of his eyesMe say warThat until the basic human rights are equallyGuaranteed to all, without regard to raceDis a warThat until that dayThe dream of lasting peace, world citizenshipRule of international moralityWill remain in but a fleeting illusionTo be persued, but never attainedNow everywhere is war, warAnd until the ignoble and unhappy regimesthat hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,South Africa sub-human bondageHave been toppled, utterly destroyedWell, everywhere is war, me say warWar in the east, war in the westWar up north, war down southWar, war, rumours of warAnd until that day, the African continentWill not know peace, we Africans will fightWe find it necessary and we know we shall winAs we are confident in the victoryOf good over evil, good over evil, good over evilGood over evil, good over evil, good over evil
BUFFALO SOLDIER
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta:There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,Stolen from Africa, brought to America,Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.I mean it, when I analyze the stench -To me it makes a lot of sense:How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta -Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America.If you know your history,Then you would know where you coming from,Then you wouldn't have to ask me,Who the 'eck do I think I am.I'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,Stolen from Africa, brought to America,Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America.Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Buffalo Soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America;Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta,Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean.Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America;Troddin' through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier# -Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta.Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
NO WOMAN,NO CRY
No, woman, no cry;No, woman, no cry;No, woman, no cry;No, woman, no cry.Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sitIn the government yard in Trenchtown,Oba - obaserving the 'ypocritesAs they would mingle with the good people we meet.Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lostAlong the way.In this great future, you can't forget your past;So dry your tears, I seh.No, woman, no cry;No, woman, no cry.'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears:No, woman, no cry.Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sitIn the government yard in Trenchtown.And then Georgie would make the fire lights,As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,Of which I'll share with you;My feet is my only carriage,So I've got to push on through.But while I'm gone, I mean:Everything's gonna be all right!Everything's gonna be all right!Everything's gonna be all right!Everything's gonna be all right!I said, everything's gonna be all right-a!Everything's gonna be all right!Everything's gonna be all right, now!Everything's gonna be all right!So, woman, no cry;No - no, woman - woman, no cry.Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears;No, woman, no cry.---[Guitar solo]---I remember when we used to sitIn the government yard in Trenchtown.And then Georgie would make the fire lights,As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,Of which I'll share with you;My feet is my only carriage,So I've got to push on through.But while I'm gone:No, woman, no cry;No, woman, no cry.Woman, little darlin', say don't shed no tears;No, woman, no cry.Eh! (Little darlin', don't shed no tears!No, woman, no cry.Little sister, don't shed no tears!No, woman, no cry.)
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