Tribes At War Lyrics - Distant Relatives - Damian "junior Gong" Marley

(Tribal war--we not want no more) 

Everyone deserve to earn and every child deserve to learn 

(Tribal war--none of that) 

Every man deserve a turn like a flame deserve to burn 

(Tribal war--we not want no more) 

Each and everyone deserve to earn and every child deserve to learn 

(Tribal war--none of that) 

'Cause every man deserve a turn like Babylon deserved to burn 

Man, what happened to us? Geographically they moved us 

From Africa--we was once happiness pursuers 

Now we back stabbing, combative, and abusive 

The African and Arab go at it--they most Muslim 

We should be moving in unison; disputes should end 

Bounty hunters in Grape Street get cool again 

Substandard housing got the young running rampant 

Wilding for a phantom he can style in 

Mask on his face, grabbing his Ruger 

Said, "nobody move, I'll shoot ya"; man, you're expiring 

Catch twenty-five and he doesn't like the man inside 

With black, white pride, and Mexican, survive the best he can 

Strap a shank to his thigh 

Why do we all collide? Why do the young die? 

Extortion, murder, and burglary 

Tattoos his chest; it says his enemies don't deserve to breathe 

(Tribal war--we not want no more) 

Everyone deserve to earn and every child deserve to learn 

(Tribal war--none of that) 

'Cause every man deserve a turn like Babylon deserved to burn 

I drink poison; then I vomit diamonds 

I gave you Mandela, black Dalai Lamas 

I gave you music; you enthused in my kindness 

So how dare you reduce me to Donny Imus? 

Timeless in case we ain't never been acquainted 

Flyness--we made it; it gets duplicated 

Mindless violence--well, let me try to paint it 

Here's the five steps in hopes to explain it 

One: it's me and my nation against the world 

Two: and me and my clan against the nation 

Three: and me and my fam' against the clan 

Four: then me and my brother with no hesitation 

Go against the fam' until they cave in 

Five: now who's left in this deadly equation? 

That's right: it's me against my brother 

Then we point a Kalashnikov and kill one another 

(Tribal war--we not want no more) 

Everyone deserve to earn and every child deserve to learn 

(Tribal war--none of that) 

Every man deserve a turn like Babylon deserve to burn 

Honor war tribal--over colors 

Over money, over land, and over oil, and over God, and over idols 

And even lovers, over breakfast, over dinner, over socas 

Over jungle, over rema, over okas 

Over Brooklyn, over Queens, and over Rutgers 

Over red and over blue and over chuckers 

Over red and over blue and undercovers 

Tribal trouble, the drive-bys double 

'Cause the youth them not go war and go fight with knuckle 

The two sides scuffle 

Vietnam not go a war with no more kung-fu nunchacku 

Missile and shuttle 

And the queen of England and Uncle Sam them flex them muscle 

The tribal hustle, blood diamond puddle, survival struggle 

(Tribal war--we not want no more) 

Everyone deserve to earn, every child deserve to learn 

(Tribal war--none of that) 

Each and everyone deserve a turn like a flame deserve to burn 

(Tribal war--we not want no more) 

Everyone deserve to earn and every child deserve to learn 

(Tribal war--none of that) 

'Cause every man deserve a turn like Babylon deserved to burn