Sizzla - Break Free lyrics

Intro: Holy Emmanuel I Sela**ie I Well a lot to be said Age be protected The sick to be cared for The hungry must be fed Well, tiers of Government men like spawns And Babylon me holla out What? Show you deh plans Chorus: Break free from the slave Every prisoner's a come Ethiopia's last judgement Babylon turn ashes when me done Tell them sey a greater fun Them lift it up on Babylon again Break free from the slave Every black woman a come Ethiopia's last judgement Babylon turn ashes when me done Tell them sey a greater fun Bigger judgement Verse 1: Them keep on grabbing How they've been stabbing Now the ghetto fire caan cool Well then, them keep on plotting Black progress you've been stopping So me take the ghetto youths them out a you school Babylon you keep on rushing to where I see nothing When you know sey you a fi me foot stool Babylon you're always mocking This a Zion high trodding Stop take the ghetto youths them fi fool See them deh eh Bout see slave they stop chill Pon Babylon plantation a you a go get k** Me sey gwaan a Africa Cause mount Zion haffe build Every tribal man come utilise your sk** Give I strength, give I the power Unnuh fi give me all your will Give I the plough and the mashett Mek me go clean up the earth Food haffi plant, but Jack belly nah go fill Them fight gainst the youths Him and him breathren name Jill Well judgement Chorus Verse 2: Well you're always in pain, more and more Tell me what's your name on your slave master door Today you complain Tomorrow you no sure And then you run go wipe up blacker master floor I see you in the morning, rushing out and through your door Nuh Babylon bus unnuh deh hussle and board Just know the human rights So make your youths them secure Black people so sweet Nuh make Babylon plaster unnuh like sore Chorus Verse 3: Where do you go from here your response And if you give me no joy, you better hold your distance Me tell the ghetto youth the best thing is self-reliance Live for yourself, that is significant Well Babylon, me nuh fool fi make you run come conquer Yes you know, these ghetto youths them well you could not pamper Tell them the donkey haffi Christ a mule you fi hamper What a brain solver yah pon Nebuchadnezzar Babylon take the ma** of the land, giving the people them bu*ter Sey them a top cla** and a brand us as the n******g Sey them a high society and we a small settler Well thunder, lightning pon crevice and corner Well judgement Chorus