Psalms 127 Selah,
Except the Lord build the house, they dwell in vain that build it,
Except the Lord keep the city, the watchmen watch it, but it is in vain.
Thank yuh, its just another day, selah, its just another day
Thank you for waking me up this morning
Roll out the herbs before I start yawning
Turn round the bus and kiss on my downstairs
Tell her honey I'm touching in the street
In the street I see poor people bawling
Nuff juvenile hasn't even eaten since morning,
Where's the black woman future I asked him
Where's the system for her? No
Big up the guys who fight it alone and raise two or three kids on their own,
Where's the man? no man knows their home, Babylon have them in jail
Big up the juveniles in the street,
When I say they have to make it and not touch the chrome,
They don't want our fee claim our own, but Africa has not found us a hole in Rome
Ghetto youth we go on and on, Babylon wants us gone,
Hungry from morning till night come, they want us to live our lives like this,< br/>They wonder if the youth will stop, no,
They wonder if the ghetto will drop, no,
They wonder if we get caught in the trap, no,
You wonder if jah turned him back. no,
Thank you jah I woke up this morning,
Stand up and smile all when we see it storming,
My vision says better days coming every day that I pray,
I don't see any jobs or free education that they promised,
None of them never give way nothing,
It's like ghetto youths lost to the system every day that I pray, no
Big up the guys who fought it alone and raised two or three kids on their own,
Where's the man? no man knows their home, Babylon have them in jail.
Big up the juveniles in the street,
When I say they have to make it and not touch the chrome,
They don't want us to claim our own, but Africa has not found us a hole in Rome
Ghetto youth we go on and on, Babylon wants us gone,
Hungry from morning till night come, they want us to live our lives so,
They wonder if the youth will stop, no,
They wonder if the ghetto will drop, no,
They wonder if we get caught in the trap, no,
I wonder if jah turned him back. no,
Thank you for waking me up this morning
Roll out the herbs before I start yawning
Tun round the bus and kiss me downstairs
Tell her honey I'm touching her the street
In the street I see poor people bawling
Nuff juveniles don't even eat from morning,
Where is the black woman's future I ask him
What is the system I do for her? No.
Big up the girls who fought it alone and raised two or three kids on their own,
Where's the man? no man knows their home, Babylon have them in jail.
Big up the juveniles in the street,
When I say they have to make it and not touch the chrome,
They don't want us to claim our own, but Africa has not found us a hole in Rome
Ghetto youth we go on and on, Babylon wants us gone,
Hungry from morning till night come, they want us to live our lives so,
They wonder if the youth will stop, no,
They wonder if the ghetto will drop, no,
They wonder if we get caught in the trap, no,
I wonder if jah turned him back. no
Thank you for waking me up this morning,
Standing up and smiling all when we see it storming,
My vision says better days coming every day that I pray,
I don't see any jobs or free education that they promised,
None of them never give way nothing,
It's like ghetto youths lost to the system every day that I pray, no
Big up the guys who fought it alone and raised two or three kids on their own,
Where's the man? no man knows their home, Babylon have them in jail.
Big up the juveniles in the street,
When I say they have to make it and not touch the chrome,
They don't want us to claim our own, but Africa didn't find us a hole in Rome

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