Songtexte:
Marley Bob Otras Canciones

: All twinklin' lee Can't see the right rose when the streams abate The old slave men might grind slow But it grinds fine, yeah African herbsman, why

: See them fighting for power But they know not the hour So they bribing with Their guns, spare-parts and money Trying to belittle our integrity They

: We refuse to be What you wanted us to be We are what we are That's the way it's going to be, if you don't know You can't educate I For no equal opportunity

: Back out: this is the rout! Back out, and shut your mouth! Back out: you ain't got no behaviour! Back out: don't know who could be your saviour! Yahso

: Whoa-A Natty Congo A Dreadlock Congo Whoa-A Natty Congo A Blackman Redemption Woe-yo yee, ye, a Blackman Redemption woe, yoe No need, no need to get

: Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now

: Here I am, walking down the street (walk walk walk walk walk walk walk) and the terrain, everything is so sweet (woah woah woah sweet) (woah woah

: This morning I woke up in a curfew; O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah! Could not recognize the faces standing over me; They were all dressed in uniforms

: Coming in from the cold In this life, in this life, in this life In this oh sweet life We're coming in from the cold We're coming in, coming in, coming