Damian 'Junior Gong' Marley - For The Babies lyrics

This is real, this is real Now I see them giving the woman abortion to k** another baby Miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby Strength of Rastafari, I'm hoping someday Maybe they don't obey their parents, maybe they will obey me Future for the babies, hopes for the babies Tomorrow for the babies, no sorrow for the babies Babies having babies, raising our babies All of these young ladies, give them thanks and praises How long can she take it? Dreams are full of maybes Will she ever make it? Hustles on a daily, in the club a shake it Strip down ?til she naked, don't ever mistake it Much too real to fake it, need it then, she?ll take it She?ll do it for the babies, a mother?s love is sacred Now you don't ever fail me A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (No, don't you ever fail me) A child needs loving, caring Is there no other option than adoption for you babies You're raffling and jacketing and auctioning your babies Strength of Rastafari, I'm hoping someday Maybe they don't obey their 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, 'cause they cannot replace him A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (No, don't you ever fail me) A child needs loving, caring And always do your best to keep a 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 their parents, maybe they will obey me History of the babies, beginning of the ages You're flipping through the pages, and up and through the 80?s Some are gang related, drug affiliated Some intoxicated, headed for the snake pit And Papa?s locked in cages and Mama?s lacking wages And this is what they're faced with upon a daily basis Bleaching out dem faces, running from dem races Shooting up dem places, k**ing other babies As bitter as the taste is and words cannot explain it Just walk the narrow pavement and speak of love, not hatred