stand for a right, a right, yes
Does it really matter now if you
Everyone is equal in the sight of
No time for stories or fairy tales
My people suffer every day,
don't count my land as grave
Africa yes, our children are blessed
Africa yes, our children are blessed
A lot not knowing they're
They hate you for your complexion
Niggas, niggas, look up to the rest
Repatriation and that is just that
Retiring black people want
Good over evil, the violence must stop
Yet still world leaders turn
they're the ones making guns and bombs
Now you've got bloodstains
Rastafari's the holy one!
Our children are blessed!
Our children are blessed!
Rastafari, don't you let me
Rastafari, all I need is mercy
Does it really matter now if you
Everyone is equal in the sight of
No time for stories or fairytales
My people suffer every day