Ah so dem system set, to keep the family out there fighting
While the slave masters rejoicing, yet we all are one skin
Dem system set, to keep the family out there fighting
And the slave masters rejoicing, yet we all are one skin
Hey out in the streets, yute dem hustlin and ah look food fi eat
And Babylon control dem thinkin, put one against another and ah sharpen dem teeth
It makes no sense, a fight for master were out and what leff?
Tell me who, how, what did profits, you? Ohhh
Dem system set, to keep the family out there fighting
While the slave masters rejoicing, and we all are one skin
Dem system set, to keep the family separated
You plant seeds of war and hatred, yet we all are one skin
In the race for a dollar, friends turn sour; even mama gainst dada
And I heard that gun shot shower ova rice and flour; this we can't allow ah no
It makes no sense, a fight for food; Id rather wait till harvest
Tell me who, how, what did profits, you? Ohhh
Dem system set, to keep the family out there fighting
While the slave masters rejoicing, yet we all are one skin
Dem system set, but I can never make a brother a victim
To keep the slave master rejoicing, yet we all are one skin. Ohhh
Hey out in the streets, yute dem hustlin and ah look food fi eat
And Babylon control dem thinkin, put one against another and ah sharpen dem teeth
It makes no sense, a fight for master wear out, and what left?
Tell me who, how, what did profits, you? Ohhh
While the slave masters rejoicing, yet we all are one skin
Dem system set, to keep the family out there fighting
And the slave masters rejoicing, yet we all are one skin
Hey out in the streets, yute dem hustlin and ah look food fi eat
And Babylon control dem thinkin, put one against another and ah sharpen dem teeth
It makes no sense, a fight for master were out and what leff?
Tell me who, how, what did profits, you? Ohhh
Dem system set, to keep the family out there fighting
While the slave masters rejoicing, and we all are one skin
Dem system set, to keep the family separated
You plant seeds of war and hatred, yet we all are one skin
In the race for a dollar, friends turn sour; even mama gainst dada
And I heard that gun shot shower ova rice and flour; this we can't allow ah no
It makes no sense, a fight for food; Id rather wait till harvest
Tell me who, how, what did profits, you? Ohhh
Dem system set, to keep the family out there fighting
While the slave masters rejoicing, yet we all are one skin
Dem system set, but I can never make a brother a victim
To keep the slave master rejoicing, yet we all are one skin. Ohhh
Hey out in the streets, yute dem hustlin and ah look food fi eat
And Babylon control dem thinkin, put one against another and ah sharpen dem teeth
It makes no sense, a fight for master wear out, and what left?
Tell me who, how, what did profits, you? Ohhh
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