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Well I say let the almighty father be praised
And yes black people I love you always
Farmer man, till it some more
Till the soil some more
Pure war a gwaan and the ghetto youths poor
Till it some more
Ain't so, wha' me say poor?
Yo, ghetto youths skull a bore
So farmer man, till it some more
Till it some more
Politician war a gwaan
So put the food a mi door
Till it some more
Till it some more
Yo, make the youths head secure, no no
This is the awakening
Rise from the dust
Ghetto youths stop complaining
And go manifest Jah work
'Cause early as the morning
We deh load up the truck with food
From east, west, north
And from so me bring it come
A Kingston fi full up dem guts
Ghetto youths hungry
Me a beg unuh no fuss
No bother laugh because the government a buss
Me nah go carry dem stuff
Nuff get roots off and nuff get brush
So, till it some more
Till it some more
Ghetto youths hungry
Me say ghetto youths poor
Till it some more
Till the soil some more
Babylon a war and youths hungry and poor
Farmer, till it some more
Just till the soil little more
Ghetto youths hungry and the black woman dem poor
Till it some more
Till it some more
Yo, bounty adorn
Then, dem a war
When the bingi youth hail Selassie I
Like water inna rag me come fi wring dem dry
Me come fi have all a dem problem pacify and massify
Satisfy ghetto youths fi say, no cry
Remember to hail Emperor Selassie I
Cease from you war, put down your gun
A bere ghetto youths a die
A who give you authority, you little guy?
Till it some more
Till it some more
You see ghetto youth a fuss and ghetto youths a live poor
Till the soil some more
Sizzla, till the soil more
Yo, dem have the ghetto youths skull a bore
Me say fi, till it some more
Give me righteousness more
Pure war a gwaan and ghetto youths skull a bore
Give me little more
Give me the good herb fi sure
Oh why
I look to the east
And a gather Rastafari children and make dem no sense
Babylon system is the beast
And the head is John Pope and Elizabeth
And the rest a whole a dem weh a mix up inna beat
And dem bloody feast
Have dem ting and dem skeez and pon poor people dem a cheat
Me tell the ghetto youths dem nuff fi go beneath
'Cause Babylon have up dem white sheet
Till it some more
Till it some more
Pure war a gwaan and ghetto youths dem poor
Till it some more
Till it some more
Yo, farmer, put down all the food a mi door
Me say, till it some more
Babylon no kill nothing more
Or else Rasta a go judge you fi sure
No kill nothing more
Righteousness more
Ghetto youths no hungry and poor
Well then
Rise up from the awakening
From the dust
No complain fi manifest Jah work
'Cause early as the morning load up morning truck
From east, from west, from north, fi full it up
From sun touch the city, give dem food fi full up dem gut
Nuff fuss, me nah go carry dem stuff
Babylon get roots off and nuff of dem get brush
