I sometimes dream
Of an island over the sea
Where we could live
Simply the way we wanna live
But Jah gave us birth
In this part of the world
Marley sang, We come from Trenchtown
But I and I are children of Babylon (so we've got to) Fight here for liberty
Fight here in this society
Here's the power
Which sets madness around this world (cries and hunger)
In these hours
Some are building our own future
So if you wanna act this is the place to act
Yes if you wanna fight this is the place to fight
Rastas sing Repatriation
But we've got nowhere to go but this land of confusion (so we've got to)
Fight here for liberty
Fight here in this society
I am not born in Kingston
No, the young man on the microphone is a child of Babylon
Our roots are there, but our plant grows outside the norm
And although the earth is dry there's' maybe the harvest will be good
From the plant to the animal I move my metaphor
Dread in Babylon like the worm in their apple
For if man is a wolf to man
I deviate from the pack I am not a carnivore
The smallest ax can cut the biggest tree
The smallest match can burn their big cities
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