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    Marcus Garvey – Tarrus Riley

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    Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey
    Kebra Negast means Glory of Kings
    Give I and I Selassie I and keep the images of lies
    for yourself
    People without a vision perish like suicide

    You tell me its not about color
    Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
    All you do is trick the brothers and keep them confused
    They don’t know who to call in this spiritual war

    Nah tell me, have a paradise in the sky, well that’s a lie
    And nah tell me, I was born in sin and shaped
    In inequity when love created I
    Look how many prophets tried
    To open our eyes, you can’t fool me

    Look how they’re treating us
    New millennium slavery
    Hiding the chains and still
    beating us daily

    Now we mentally poisoned to fight we black skin
    And bleaching ah the in thing far out and far in sin

    You tell me its not about color
    Still you refuse to take the picture out your books
    I know that’s not how we look, kush

    All you do is trick the brothers and keep them confused
    They don’t know who to call in this heretical war

    Don’t tell me, have a paradise in the sky
    But that’s a lie
    Don’t tell me, I was born in sin and shaped
    In inequity when love created I

    Look how many prophets tried
    To open our eyes, you can’t fool me
    Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe

    Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey
    Kebra Negast means Glory of Kings
    Give I and I Selassie, keep your images of lies
    for yourself
    People without a vision perish like suicide

    You tell me its not about color
    Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
    All you do is trick the brothers and keep them confused
    They don’t know who to call in this heretical war

    Nah tell me have a paradise in the sky, well that’s a lie
    Don’t you tell me, I was born in sin and shaped
    In inequity when love created I
    Look how many prophets tried
    To open our eyes, you can’t fool me
    Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe

    So nah tell me of a paradise in the sky
    Well that’s a lie, and nah tell me
    I was born in sin and shaped in inequity
    When Jah created I.

    Look how many prophets tried
    Look how many prophets tried…

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