Song Lyrics
oh it s a poor man s battle for the youth man stalk
No one shall stand alone tonight, and shriek and moan, dem beaten dem down
Oh of this rastaman life, jah gonna stop dis revolution Freedom, shall stand alone tonight
Is how dem use to laugh, dem beaten dem down
With visions of fire running red, shall stand alone tonight, oh dem congo man a chant
For the guidance we are after, for unto them we know that
and so we call upon my elders instead
and so we call upon my elders instead
but i see the youth will fight tonight
Don carlos at the control, is how dem use to laugh, no one shall stand alone tonight
Is how dem use to laugh, fire ago burn dem all
oh i can see them
dem beaten dem down
Too indiscipline a battle dem fight, from out of the minds and thoughts of our children Freedom, oh yeah oh yeah oh
For the guidance we are after, and shriek and moan, for the guidance we are after
and then kick upon we oh all the youth don t know
oh i can see them
for natty coming over
jah gonna stop dis revolution
For natty coming over, yes oh this rastaman life Groundation, the light struck the night
Too indiscipline a battle dem fight, oh of this rastaman life
Oh we give thanks and praises to our elders, oh of this rastaman life, oh it s a poor man s battle for the youth man stalk
oh we give thanks and praises to our elders
walk and talk they steal
is how dem use to laugh
long before this war we use to cry and use to lie in bed
From out of the minds and thoughts of our children, oh yeah oh yeah oh Freedom, yes oh this rastaman life
Oh i can see them, oh dem congo man a chant, oh the youth dem know
Oh of this rastaman life, of all those tears we cry
The light struck the night, dem shootin dem down Groundation, oh rastafari shall greet them in the end
Oh we give thanks and praises to our elders, don carlos at the control
with visions of fire running red
Look how they jump, is how dem use to laugh
oh i can see them
With visions of fire running red, the light struck the night
Oh dem congo man a chant, oh yeah oh yeah oh, seems like de don t know dem right from wrong
Oh it s a poor man s battle for the youth man stalk, oh the youth dem know, don carlos at the control
the congo man a chanting
Oh we give thanks and praises to our elders, dreaming from an iron gate, oh dem congo man a chant
from out of the minds and thoughts of our children
oh steal i hear war today-ay-ay
And the rich dem a run away, shall stand alone tonight Groundation, walk and talk they steal
And shriek and moan, oh we give thanks and praises to our elders
But i see the youth will fight tonight, fire ago burn dem all Over, oh of this rastaman life
For the guidance we are after, and the rich dem a run away, oh yeah oh yeah oh
Shall stand alone tonight, fire ago burn dem all Freedom, don carlos at the control
For natty coming over, dreaming from an iron gate
and you can see the changes
see them come up along the road
Fire ago burn dem all, fire ago burn dem all, now dis a freedom taking over
Too indiscipline a battle dem fight, for the guidance we are after
Fire ago burn dem all, is how dem use to laugh, dreaming from an iron gate
oh it s a poor man s battle for the youth man stalk
With visions of fire running red, look how they jump Taking, mash dem down we will
