Turbulence Four Thousand Years

Текст песни "Turbulence — Four Thousand Years"

Ohh

4000 years and more

what a slavery (what a slavery)

we must get through of that I am sure

Blood sweat and tears sufferation is the biggest fear..goverment no really care
pain and dispare tribulation each and everywhere and it obviously clear..clear

Take a walk into the ghetto my friend

And then you will see the suffering to dred

and what they do to survive

and to stay alive

make a lot of sacrifice.

Whoa!! The earth and the fullness

and dey that well there in.

Babylon!! De wrong know why you pain give praises to the king..king...king.

For God so loved the world..he gave us all these things (all these things)

Little boys and little girls comeontohim (onto him)

to devide and rule is the favorite tool but we ain't no foooool

Bun dem out dem evil ways, and give prises to the king

Bun dem out dem evil ways, give prises to my king... LISTEN!!

Big man a rape 12 year old and son a kill mother fi gold and di system is so Stink and Corrupt dem!

Modern day slavery when will it seize.

And theres to much pollution in the belly of the beast,

without no justice theres no peace

Be brutilized by di police

And the government is like a dule in between.

dem a di Devils adviocate!

and dem want to stop we breath shall never feel me yeah!!

Bun dem a out like a cigratte

Freeeedom we want we nah stop chant liberation for the poor.... Noww..

Freedom (freedom) we need it noww..we need now.. yeah.. yeah eh yeah

Seh dat tings and times will change Glory always strain

mi black mother she a bear a pain for to long...been so long...carry on carry on

Bun dem out dem evil ways... give praises to the king.. ahhhh

bun dem out dem evil ways gives..give voices to the king.