Sing out yea, beckon yea, beckon dem Reemah, lets beckon dem Every situation is a chance to grow, And every sunrise another chance to sow With our hands in soil, we making furrow, Examine what you know Who master Ghana? That we assimilating the assimilator Foregoing our tongues & our beautiful dress Just know their democracy is the greener grass test So Elder, Sister, yo younger Brother, Watch me scars so no more will suffer I pray, I beg, my word consider, Sometime ago I met a bridge-builder who say Chorus How can we forward in life, If dem dont want the children start use their mind Give up dem heritage me tell you just for the dime, When in reality dem Willie Lynching all the while Mistakes of my parents dem cannot be mine, For a part of tradition dem a stand up in the line How can their hearts be content when fallacies they oblige, A just the blind a lead the blind Chorus The more you live you learn, make choices thats your own Threatening to break dem ties and Im still not concern For the lies I cant live anymore a page got to turn, Got to wisen up and make that move Nothing in their plan for us so what is the use, Ignorance is degradation, do not refuse Knowledge that is power seek only the truth Chorus So we got to look & live & come together, With the courage to call our follies our errors Our lives like buzzards circling in the air, Circling death because Jah know we afraid yea To examine our ways & our righteous thinking, Not because its a Black fact you can say <b>...</b>
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