For The Babies – Damian Marley – letras

(feat. stephen marley)This is real, this is real[verse 1]Now i see them giving the woman abortion to kill another babyMiscarriage and misfortune and premature crack babyStrength of ras tafari i’m hoping someday maybeThey don’t obey parents, maybe they will obey meFuture for the babiesHopes for the babiesTommorrow for the babiesNo sorrow for the babiesBabies having babiesRaising our babiesAll of these young ladiesGive them thanks and praisesHow long can she take it?Dreams are full of ‘maybes’,Will she ever make it?Hustles on a dailyIn the club she shake it, strip down ’till she nakedDon’t ever mistake it, much too real to fake itNeed it then she’ll take itShe’ll do it for the babiesA mother’s love is sacredNow you don’t you ever fail me[chorus: stephen marley]A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don’t you ever fail me)A child needs loving, caring…[verse 2]Is there no other option than adoption for you babiesYou’re raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babiesStrength of ras tafari i’m hoping someday maybeThey don’t obey their parents, maybe they will obey meCowards play the game thingFathers do the brave thingAnd that’s participatingHe keeps on concentratingThere is no debatingNo running away thingA new life is awakening, from his ejaculating,It’s in the oven bakingTakes two for the makingHe’s right there through the cravingsAnd early morning wakingSchool and educatingSports and recreating, karate and ballet thingTeenager of today thingFathers still relating, still communicatingAnd they’ll always embrace himCause they cannot replace him[chorus repeats][verse 3]And always do your very best to keep a promise to your babiesAnd if you can’t be good, at least be honest to your babiesThe strength of ras tafari i’m hoping someday maybeThey don’t obey their parents maybe they will o…History of the babiesBeginning of the agesYou’re flipping thru the pagesAnd up and thru the 80’sSome are gang related, drug affiliatedSome intoxicated, headed for the snake pitAnd papa’s locked in cagesAnd mama’s lacking wagesAnd this what they’re faced with, upon a daily basisBleaching out dem faces,Running from dem racesShooting up them placesKilling other babiesAs bitter as the taste is, and words can not explain itJust walk the narrow pavementAnd of love not hatred