Tafari to get a job Ten letters behind his Born up in the Tafari doesn't the game The game is no respect for Even less for only need apply Sorry no rooms for
Tafari, looks up to the and Wonders if life on Mars Some say, he shave his head But he's to be a dread
'Cos, I'll be better, be stronger For the truth, I know takes I've the cunning of the And the Wisdom of the I be sad, refuse the sorrow I look forward to I'll my anger 'Cos I'm to be a dread
Selassie, tries to a home To rest his head A place where he can his girl To share this bed When he's at the door The sign has his tune Though the is full of child Sorry, no room
looks up to the clouds He curses and shouts out loud his father's words A from the dead
'Cos, be better, I'll be stronger For the truth, I know takes the cunning of the tiger And the of the trees I be sad, refuse the sorrow I look to tomorrow release my anger 'Cos I'm to be a dread
'Cos in this life, you have to take a Why else at all 'Cos in this life, to climb a Sometimes to fall 'Cos in this nothing comes easy If it does, it has a 'Cos in life a martyr suffers Look at Christ
Leo, many trials But hold hid up high He won't allow the To his spirit cry Leo looks up to the Sitting in its silver I should change my job Be an instead
'Cos, I'll be better, be stronger For the truth, I takes longer I've the cunning of the And the of the trees I won't be sad, refuse the I look forward to release my anger 'Cos I'm proud to be a
I'll release my 'Cos I'm proud to be a
'Cos, I'll be better, I'll be For the truth, I'll be a I've the cunning of the And the wisdom of the In my I'll be honest To I make this promise