Intro:. Come let us sing a song for the children. Cause babylon nuh care about the children. . Chorus:. I see dem doing in dem doing all dem doing. Dem nuh care about the children - children.
Chorus:. If you did prepare for those rainy days. You wouldn't be sweeped away by the storm. If you would listen what the wise man say. All that you had wouldn't be gone.
You don't ha fi dread to be Rasta. (Don't ha fi dread). This is not a dreadlocks thing. Divine conception of the heart, well. . You don't ha fi dread to be Rasta.
I try every way I know to tell you. I run down all my clever ways. Every smart forever phrase. How'm I going get a, heck of another love letter. But you deserve better babe.
Intro:. First time round the microphone fi the new millenium. From the year start, so it haffi come directly from the heart. Father God inna the thoughts. Spragga Benz.