Damian - 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