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Raw Talking Rebels
Brain Damage meets Harrison Stafford
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Cold, cold, iron shackles for them
Raw raw talking rebels
Cold, cold, iron shackles for them
Raw, raw, talking rebels
If you a Native man or
You a foreign man
They'll put you on the next flight and
Send you the bill for dem rights Lord
If you a Native man or
You a foreign man
They'll put you on the next flight and
Send you the bill for dem rights Lord
Where we wanna go from here?
Hospital, cemetery, or jail?
Oh they threaten and them bride and dem cus
Through tribulation still we bus
Everybody talks about the fame
We sing for pride and justice
In the end the tables will turn
Our songs will last their tanks will rust
Cold cold iron shackles for them
Raw raw talking rebels
Cold cold iron shackles for them
Raw raw talking rebels
To see the greatest assembly of man
Running to break up Babylon
Risking their lives and limb for the dream Lord
Tell me what a gwaan inna dis folly business
No one see what the risk so they gamble and lose it
Inna dis a earth they ensale the mind so cryptic
None appricei-love what they have until they lose it
Where we wanna go from here?
Hospital, cemetery, or jail?
Oh they threaten and them bride and dem cus
Through tribulation still we bus
Everybody talks about the fame
We sing for pride and justice
In the end the tables will turn
Our songs will last their tanks will rust
Songs will last their tanks will rust
Songs will last their tanks will rust
Good Lord yeah, good Lord yeah!
Good Lord yeah, good Lord yeah!
Cold, cold, iron shackles for them
Raw raw talking rebels
Cold, cold, iron shackles for them
Raw, raw talking rebels
You see it red light, yellow light, green light and go
Politicians playing their tick tack toe
Wanting to move all Jah people in line
But they can't move the sun
Can't move the moon line
Think they're ever gonna stop
This top rankin' sound system
From rumbling over Jerusalem
To start the conversation
No more poli-tricks, Lord
No more vampires
Some a dem a come a plant crucifix
While some come to inspire
Hospital, cemetery, or jail?
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up
All the pieces and run away?
Please tell me how will we survive?
With the good Lord yeah
With the good Lord yeah
With the good Lord yeah
Always with the good Lord
In my heart and thought and mind and energy!
Good Lord yeah, good Lord yeah!
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