Damian "Junior Gong" Marley - For The Babies lyrics

rate me

This is real This is real

Now I see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby, miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby

Strength of Rastafari I'm hoping someday maybe, they don't obey their parents maybe they will obey me

Future for the babies, hopes for the babies, tomorrow for the babies, no sorrow for the babies

Babies having babies, raising our babies, all of these young ladies give them thanks and praises

How long can she take it? Dreams are full of maybes Will she ever make it? Hustles on a daily In the club a shake it

Strip down ‘til she naked, don't ever mistake it, much too real to fake it, need it then she'll take it

She'll do it for the babies, a mother's love is sacred, now you don't ever fail me

A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don't you ever fail me)

A child needs loving, caring

Is there no other option than adoption for you babies, you're raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies

Strength of Rastafari I'm hoping someday maybe, they don't obey their parents maybe they will obey me

Cowards play the game thing, Fathers do the brave thing, And that's participating, He keeps on concentrating

There is no debating, No running away thing, A new life is awakening, From his ejaculating,

It's in the oven baking

Takes two for the making, He's right there through the cravings, And early morning waking,

School and educating

Sports and recreating, Karate and ballet thing, Teenager of today thing, Fathers still relating, Still communicating

And they'll always embrace him, Cause they cannot replace him

A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don't you ever fail me)

A child needs loving, caring

And always do your best to keep a promise to your babies, And if you can't be good at least be honest to your babies

The strength of Rastafari I'm hoping someday maybe, They don't obey their parents maybe they will obey me

History of the babies, Beginning of the ages, You're flipping through the pages, And up and through the 80's

Some are gang related, Drug affiliated, Some intoxicated, Headed for the snake pit, And Papa's locked in cages

And Mama's lacking wages, And this is what they're faced with, Upon a daily basis, Bleaching out dem faces

Running from dem races, Shooting up dem places, Killing other babies, As bitter as the taste is

And words cannot explain it, Just walk the narrow pavement, And speak of love not hatred.