For The Babies (Album Version)

For The Babies (Album Version) - Damian Marley/Stephen Marley

Written by：Damian Marley/Stephen Marley

This is real this is real

Now I see them giving the woman abortion to kill another baby

Miscarriage and misfortune and premature crack baby

Strength of Ras Tafari 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 she shake it strip down 'till 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 you 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 Ras Tafari 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

And always do your very 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 Ras Tafari I'm hoping someday maybe

They don't obey their parents maybe they will oh

History of the babies

Beginning of the ages

You're flipping thru the pages

And up and thru the 80's

Some are gang related ** affiliated

Some intoxicated headed for the snake pit

And papa's locked in cages

And mama's lacking wages

And this what they're faced with upon a daily basis

Bleaching out 'dem faces

Running from 'dem races

Shooting up them places

Killing other babies

As bitter as the taste is and words can not explain it

Just walk the narrow pavement

And speak of love not hatred