Oh, oh, no, no, no
This is real, this is real
Now i see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby
Miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby
Strength of Rastafari, I'm hoping someday maybe
They don't obey they parents, maybe they will obey me
Future for the babies
Hope for the babies
Tomorrow for the babies
No sorrow for the babies
Babies having babies
Raising our babies
All of these young babies
Give them thanks and praises
How long can she take it?
Dreams are full of maybes
Will she ever make it?
Hustles on the daily
In the club a-shake it
Strip down till she naked
Don't ever mistake it
Need it' then she will take it
She'll do it for the babies
A mother's love is sacred
Now don't you ever fail me
A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time
Now, you don't ever fail me
A child needs loving, caring, yeah, oh, yeah
Is there no other option than adoption for babies?
You're raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies
Strength of Rastafari, I'm hoping someday maybe
They don't obey they parents, maybe they will obey me
Cowards play the game thing
Fathers do the brave thing
And that's participating
He keeps on concentrating
There is no debating
No running away thing
A new life is awakening
From his ejaculating
It's in the oven baking
Takes two for the making
He's right there through the cravings
And early morning waking
School and educating
Sports and recreating
Karate and ballet thing
Teenager of today thing
Fathers still relating
Still communicating
And they'll always embrace him
Because they cannot replace him
A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time
Because they cannot replace him
A child needs loving, caring, yeah, oh, yeah
And always do your very best to keep your promise to your babies
And if you can't be good, at least be honest to your babies
The strength of Rastafari, I'm hoping someday maybe
They don't obey they parents, maybe they will, oh
History of the babies
Beginning of the ages
You're flipping through the pages
And up and through the 80s
Some are gang related
Drug affiliated
Some intoxicated
Headed for the snake pit
And papa's lock in cages
And mama's lacking wages
And this is what they're faced with
Upon a daily basis
Bleaching out them faces
Running from the races
Shooting up them places
Killing other babies
As bitter as the taste is
And words cannot explain it
Just walk the narrow pavement
And speak of love, not hatred, no