Blessed love, Satta Massagana
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Igziabeher, Negust, Negast
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Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey
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Kebra Negast means Glory of Kings
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Give I and I Selassie I and keep the guy
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With the blue eyes for yourself
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'Cause people without a vision perish like suicide
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You tell me its not about color
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Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
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All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused
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They don't know who to call in this critical war
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And you tell me of a paradise in the sky but that's a lie
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And you tell me, I was born in sin and shaped
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In inequity when love created I
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Look how many prophets tried
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To open our eyes, you can't fool me
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Look how they're treating us
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This new millennium slavery
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I see them hiding the chains
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And still beating us daily
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And now we mentally poisoned to fight we black skin
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And bleaching ah the in thing far out and far in sin
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You tell me its not about color
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Still you refuse to take the images out your books
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I know that's not how we look, kush
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Don't take offense when we shout black power
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It carries us through, we been abused
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Put yourself in my shoes
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And no tell me of a paradise in the sky
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But that's a lie
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Don't tell me, I was born in sin and shaped
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In inequity when love created I
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Look how many prophets tried
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To open our eyes, you can't fool me
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Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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Look how they're treating us
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This new millennium slavery
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I see them hiding the chains
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And still beating us daily
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And now we mentally poisoned
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To fight we Black skin
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And a bleaching ah the new thing
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Far out and far in, sin
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You tell me its not about color
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Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
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All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused
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They don't know who to call in this, yeah spiritual war
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So no tell me of a paradise in the sky
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'Cause that's a lie and you tell me
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I was born in sin and shaped in inequity
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When love created I and I
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Look how many prophets tried
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To open our eyes, you can't fool me
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Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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So don't tell me of a paradise in the sky
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'Cause that's a lie, no, come tell me
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I was born in sin and shaped in inequity
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When love created I and I and I
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Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes
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You can't fool me
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Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe
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You can't fool me, no
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You can't fool me, no
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Love Created I
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Tarrus Riley |