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Praises be to Zion
Praises be to Zion
I wonder what some people a think 'bout, yeah
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
So nuff a dem, dem nah go walk in the heavenly gates
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
So nuff a dem, dem nah go walk
Ironite, said lightning, the thunder, brimstone, and fire
For all the heathen and the wicked and the big murderers
'Cause of their love for vanity, innocent youth dem slaughter
They kill the suckling upon the breast with all the baby mother
Man all a get so wicked, kill dem owna bredda
There's no explaining to explain when dem sight the Father
The man wa snap all him finger and earth turn over
You might a bad like a dog, but you nuh bad like a Jah
Anyways, inna hell a where you dwell
Try fi climb the ladder, but you can't break the spell
Look how poor people inna the ghetto still a suffer
Day after day they only get that bread and water
Now remember this: man shall not live by bread alone
No more in Babylon we shall not roam, here we go
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
So nuff a dem, dem nah go walk in the heavenly gates
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
What dem a do, yeah
I ask dem what dem a do when Mr. Death reach them gates
It's like they praising the wrong man, they don't have no faith
So I say don't judge me
Hey boy, you better not believe
You disobey the God and that's a miss
But how you make people shiver
Talking 'bout you're cold like Alaska
Hey cleaver, tell me why you murder all the innocent souls
Six people six, the devil must be omega
Standing in the dark a me say, "Dope, you get yow"
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
Hey, what you don't, what you don't do
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
Hope you understand, hey
Plead my cause, oh Lord, for those that strive with I
Fight against them that fight against I
Take hold of shield and buckler and stand up for me
Draw down also thy spear and stop the way against them that
Try to persecute me, say, unto my soul
Hey, I am thy salvation
Oh, now I'm telling you
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
Hope you understand, hope you understand
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand, yeah, yeah
Ironite, said lightning, the thunder, brimstone, and fire
For all the heathen and the wicked and the big murderers
'Cause of their love for vanity, innocent youth dem slaughter
They kill the suckling upon the breast with all the baby mother
Man all a get so wicked, kill dem owna bredda
There's no explaining to explain when dem sight the Father
The man wa snap all him finger and earth turn over
You might a bad like a dog, but you nuh bad like a Jah
Anyways, inna hell a where you dwell
Try fi climb the ladder, but you can't break the spell
Look how poor people inna the ghetto still a suffer
Day after day they only get that bread and water
Now remember this: man shall not live by bread alone
No more in Babylon we shall not roam, here we go
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
Hope you understand, hope you understand
Some people don't have no faith
Unnu understand
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