Zion, dreaming from an iron gate.
Dragon, fire ago burn dem all.
JAH gonna start the revolution!
The light struck the night.
Too indiscipline a battle dem fight.
Walk and talk they steal, mash dem down we will.
With the strength of a lion stand still.
Iya, Iya, war today, oh steal I hear war today-ay-ay.
The youth dem call upon the elder of which we seek after.
Oh the Congo man a chanting, oh dem Congo man a chant.
Oh the youth dem know, but what they cannot see.
Is how dem use to laugh, and then kick upon we.
Oh all the youth don't know, of all those tears we cry.
Yes oh this Rastaman life, oh of this Rastaman life
And you can see the changes.
From out of the minds and thoughts of our children
Here in desolate places.
Oh we give thanks and praises to dem elders, yes
For the guidance wa are after.
Oh we give thanks and praises to dem elders.
For unto them we know that.
No one shall stand alone tonight.
Shall run, run tonight, shall stand alone tonight.
Shall run, run tonight.
Long before this war we used to cry and used to lie in bed.
With visions of fire running red.
And so well call upon these elders instead.
Don Carlos at the control!
Don Carlos:
Wo yeah! Wo yeah! Now. Wo yeah! Wo yeah! Now.
Wo yeah! Wo yeah! Now. Wo yeah! Wo yeah! Now.
See them come up along the road, oh I can see them.
Some walk by day and some stalk by night.
Oh Rastafari shall greet them in the end.
And so de man run up so long, so long, oh, lord!
Beaten dem down, shootin' dem down.
Oh it's a poor man's battle for the youth-man stalk.
And the rich dem run away.
Seems like de don't know dem right from wrong.
But I see the youths will fight tonight, wow.
Look how they jump, and shriek and moan.
For natty coming over:
Man dis a freedom taking over!

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