This is real, this is real       [Verse 1]    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 parents, maybe they will obey me    Future for the babies    Hopes for the babies    Tommorrow 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       [Chorus: Stephen Marley]    A woman needs caring, sharing, love all the time (no don't you ever fail me)    A child needs loving, caring...       [Verse 2]    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       [Chorus Repeats]       [Verse 3]    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 o...    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, Drug 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