| Zion, dreaming from an Iron gate
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| Dragon, fire ago burn dem all
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| Jah gonna stop dis revolution
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| The light struck the night,
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| Too indiscipline a battle dem fight
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| Walk and talk they steal, mash dem down we will
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| With the strength of a lion stand still
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| Iya, Iya, war today, oh steal I hear war today-ay-ay
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| The youth dem call upon the elders of which we seek after
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| The Congo Man a chanting, oh dem Congo Man a chant…
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| Oh the youth dem know, but what they cannot see
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| Is how dem use to laugh, and then kick upon we Oh all the youth don’t know, of all those tears we cry
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| Yes oh this Rastaman life, oh of this Rastaman life
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| And you can see the changes
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| From out of the minds and thoughts of our children
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| Here in desolate places
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| Oh we give thanks and praises to our elders
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| For the guidance we are after
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| Oh we give thanks and praises to our elders
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| For unto them we know that
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| No one shall stand alone tonight
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| Shall run, run tonight, shall stand alone tonight
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| Shall run, run tonight
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| Long before this war we use to cry and use to lie in bed
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| With visions of fire running red,
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| And so we call upon my elders instead
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| Don Carlos at the control
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| Wo yeah! |
| Wo yeah! |
| Now (4x)
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| See them come up along the road, oh I can see them
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| Some walk by day and some stalk by night
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| Oh Rastafari shall greet them in the end
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| And so de man run up so long, so long, Oh, Lord!
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| Dem beaten dem down, dem shootin' dem down
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| Oh it’s a poor man’s battle for the youth man stalk
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| And the rich dem a run away
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| Seems like de don’t know dem right from wrong
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| But I see the youth will fight tonight, wow
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| Look how they jump, and shriek and moan
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| For natty coming over
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| Now dis a freedom taking over
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh, oh yeah now |