Shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems mek we know where we going shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns
See the nation through the people's eyes, See tears that flow like rivers from the skies. Where it seems there are only borderlines Where others turn
You cannot be certain, you cannot be sure. all those times that i took for granted left me wanting more. Now that i've awoken, i'm ready to adore though
Gal me try fi love ya but me cyan get through. Now you haffi tell me why fi do. Gal me try up to now me just cyan get no bligh, Haffi ask de question
Yes I am the boy, Who once worshipped you. As you seemed to destroy the ground beneath you. No more am I, A part of the cyde, Or the boy who once worshipped
Police, won?t you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, I?m no robber, I?m no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman
Excuse me where you from? I definitley know you. A chance I could be wrong. And you are a stranger. Before I move along, Tell me where I know you from
Yes, Yes, Greetings. You see from you overs my tation, We look back pon History and find a mission. In my life. There are certain, Things that you don
Baby you don't know me, I don't know you, But I'd like to. Come a little closer let me put my arms around ya. I got real life stories, If only you'd believe
Got a time, A place To leave without a trace. You got a song, A taste of what's to come. You had it all in your palm, Till I raised the alarm and I won
She said no words when I chose to stand away. In the backround of my Mind when the sund rose I chose the shade Never wanted never Needed all the priceless
Big City Life, Me try fi get by, Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try. Big City Life, Here my heart have no base, And right now Babylon de pon
Memories of, Memories of Soweto. Sing whoa, From London to Soweto, A street soul in the ghetto. Back from the West Indies, When I'm in the city let my
Pray tell sweet rosemary, are the times what they're supposed to be? Is leadership the same as treachery? Will knighthood silence anarchy? Sorry for
They always told me In the begining there was life There was sin that was only A story to explain The state we're in Gotta lie it's not your own Need
All i wanted was to Live without the Middleman All you needed was a Chance to say," i told you so" When you?re cold and Battered all you want Is to know
Did I ever call for your fame? Why do we fight in your name? Is it really true that you're there? And do you ever answer my prayers? We are calling for
Oh yeah In so many ways I?m not a fighter I?m a lover This aint the old days I?m a 21st century brotha And if you don?t know Who I am You will
