Black Man Time

Текст песни I-Roy - Black Man Time

Black Man Time LyricsWow
Hail star, a the man name I-Roy?
Sight, sight, sight
I man sight the man, I hear the man a play Tubby's Hi-Fi more time, the man sound hard, you know star
Yeah, well, King Tubby's a one sound a really wild, me tell you now youth, yeah, you know
I man a beg the man a ten cent, you know?
Ten cents
Yeah you know, I man a buy a sticker, hail, you know
Right now, I man a support that, you know I, but, if it's food, I man give food for thought, hear sah?
I love you, still forward more time, hear?
Love youth
Hehh
This is the kind of lesson you got to learn
Standing on the corner every day is really depraved
And when the seas are better than the slave
Begging each and every day
You got to hear what I say
And leave the corner and run away
A little [?] program is designed to open your mind
So you can build it a [?] and get a job and feel so fine
Instead of begging on the corner every day
Hear what the brother say
Daling, dong day
Daloolooloo, dong day
Tell you

People of low mentality will never get around to equality
Equality and justice, that's for all
Who know that Satan kingdom must fall
In a time appointed I reign on Earth begun
I come to break oppression and set the captives free, so you got to understand
I come to rule the musical nation with justice and equality
So black man, you got to be free like a bird in a tree
And live in love and unity for I and I
Maybe you could make it if you try

This a black man time
And this a black man time
This a black man time
You skip and flip and dip down the line
So this a black man time
So this a black man time
You move and groove and feel fine
You keep on drinking up your wine, I tell you
This a black man time
Standing on the corner each and every day
Not even thinking to go around and play
Standing on the corner, giving trouble
But when the Babylon a come, you got to move on the double
Hehh

Got to learn to communicate
And stick around and say your brother, that you got to be great
I say, you got to hold your likkle slate
And keep on moving from the gate

For this a black man time
For this a black man time
You walk and slip and sliding down the line
You move and groove and feel so very fine, I beg you
Uno dos tres, cuatro cinco seis
A music make you gotta move on the time