Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Regional this one is original
Coming to you from the voice of the ghetto
Dre Island, yeah
Well, I say equal rights and justice for all man to speak, yeah, yeah
So Babylon, your days are numbered
[Verse 2]
Well, well, hey
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
Oh lord
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
Hey, all the things dem a do and all the things dem a try
Years dem a fight, but still rasta survive, so what
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
[Verse 3]
'Cause you got so many people in different places, with different faces, of different races
Can't get away from the tricks and the trading, the lies and the hating, red hot fire, I be blazing
While politicians smile with their kids and their ladies
Then give thanks and praises for all of I slavings
Now most of the youths work hard for days and dem still can't find food to put into dem plate
[Verse 4]
Well ghetto youths them fed up tired fi suffer so much
Our low quality families said dem can't get no
Worst who no have outta luck is like we stuck the mud
Dem would a love fi see you in a you keep crash and mash up
Well, a riot ago broke when the cups them full up
Two grand fi your vote, damm enough is enough
We work hard so you never ago see we tun cruff
Ah, too much a me friend dem dead through you vicious
[Verse 5]
Well
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
Oh, lord
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
Hey, all the things dem a do and all the things dem a try
Years dem a fight, but still rasta survive, so what
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
[Verse 6]
Well, dem no want you love to see the sunrise
Dem woulda want you fall like the night time
We survive through the odds so why the bad mind
A glory be unto Jah me doing damn fine
Mi granny said she love pudding, she no like pie
She said fi be a don and don't you be the shy type
So me go hard from inna me calabar ties
And any question they ask me reply why
Look how long ghetto youths dem be ballin'
Now politician man, whatcha gonna do
When thugs run in a your house with some tall things
And they no greet you with no howdy do, lord
We been fighting for a cause, king
So think twice before you talk to, hey
And we no want no not a bribing
And this is no BBC interview
[Verse 7]
Well then
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
Oh, lord
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
Hey
All the things dem a do and all the things dem a try
Years dem a fight but still rasta survive, so what
Bang your head, mama said, son no cry, 'cause your river will never run dry
[Verse 8]
Oh, yes red hills road mi seh never dry
Waterhouse, I say never dry
Tivoli garden, it never dry
Round ah, Jungle, I say never dry
Spanish town, I say never dry
Mobay flankers, I say never dry
Negril straight to Portland, I say never dry
All around the world it never dry
I say it never dry
Rastaman, I say he never dry
Winter James, tell them it never dry
[Verse 9]
James Winter, tell them it never dry
Rastaman, dem say he never dry
Rastafari, so we never dry
[Verse 10]
I say, Jah fountain flows from above
Rastafari so we never dry
Just like the river nile
Written by: Andre Johnson, Phillip James
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