Mama

Memories turning into dreams

With the centuries

The tales get taller every year

To build those legacies

What is hot can then be cold

In the books of time

You can find justice and truth

In a bag of lies

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Mama, I can feel you crying, mama

Mama, I can feel you crying, mama

I worked the soil

I sow the seed

For the one who builds

I worked until my fingers bleed

In those wretched fields

Now he wants me to forget

All the harms been done

Pack my bags and send me down the road

In the burning sun

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Let me tell you bot the people who ah slaved

All kinds of ways

Just to make a nation what it is today

Dem work inna de sun

Dem work inna de cold

Workin when dem young

And working when dem old

De bust up dem hands

De bust of dem feet

And when dem complain

Dem get nothin fe eat

We buy the things that they suffa to build

I can't believe that it's going on still

The people dem struggle with

Dem blood, sweat and tears

Work hard for nothin for so many long years

Try to feed dem yout when they never get paid

And there's nothin' they can do

Nothin' they can say

We need to stop the craziness goin round

In all of the countries, cities and towns

I can't stand to see the people work till they die

I can't stand to hear all the mama's them cry

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Watch the money trickle down

To the hungry souls

Just enough to wet those lips

And keep them on a roll

What's yours is yours

That's right, what's mine is mine

It's a vicious game they play

Someone's daddy made those rules

And the son don't want to change

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