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==LYRICS==
[Sikh Knowledge]
Seven times I rise off my own haul..mama...
Seven times I fall by my own fault..mama...
Each and every time I look up and call....
For Jah to reach down and lift me...
But no Judeo-Christian spook gonna save me...
And Allah never give food fi di hungry...
And no ether ever provide fi mi family...
And no lover ever took all that ever troubled me...
And yes, mama, scars that the people bore...
Are the signs they can't ignore...
There's no aid in the sky...
Who will dry these wet wet eyes...
I see no resources fi di yout dem...
I see faces vilified by the system...
Can't pay the cellular, not tuition...
Disparate Disparate money situation...
The sweat off the brow of my people knows...
Sittin still never brought no change...
You have to make a change...you have to find a way...
You take out your sword and swing it anyway....