1. |
Passa Passa
03:40
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The Voice in my head
It won’t ever stop
All through the day
It tells me to drop.
A sinking feeling
That I know all to well
Passa passa
Turning my life to hell.
You got a beef?
Let’s take it outside
Behind my back’s
Not a good place to hide.
Thought we were friends
Now I see the light.
Talk is cheap
Now we have to fight.
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2. |
Sakura
04:34
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I think back to the day
When I had good reason to stay
when I felt your heartbeat
your lips like candy
Moonlight shined down on you
the spring breeze called your name
underneath the cherry blossom trees
I long for you
I think back to the day
When I had good reason to stay
when I felt your heartbeat
your lips like candy
You ran away
and stole my heart
I want it back
underneath the cherry blossom trees
I stood and wept
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3. |
Cenizas De Rosas
04:42
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Don’t know why
I try to hide
From the secrets
Of my mind.
Locked away
Nowhere to go
Feelin lost
Feelin alone.
Feeling scared
To run
I know my time
Here is done.
Don’t know where
I’m gonna cry
Don’t where my
Soul will lie.
Fear and Pain
Is all I know
My heart’s numb
Turned into stone.
Ashes fall
From the sky
Freedom ends
And Roses die.
Don’t know why
I try to hide
In the prison
Of my mind.
Locked away
Nowhere to go
Feelin lost
Feelin alone.
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4. |
Nada Más Queda
04:36
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Lost in throws of a great despair
I find solace in the void.
My soul is tired
Drained of purpose and meaning
Nothing remains
of the man I used to be
nothing remains
But a shell
Lost in a cloud of darkness
The void calls to me.
I cast aside my chains
But my body is a cage.
Turning slowly to dust
And in its place
nothing remains
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5. |
Villa de la Vega (Exile)
02:14
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Chased away
Religious fear
Persecution
Far and near
Dispossessed of all we knew
Back in 1492.
Now we hide
ourselves away
While they preach
And they burn all day
Ancient history condemned
A golden trails of kindred dead.
Wilted roses
Ashes rain
Children weep
The land is stained
By the blood of friend and foe
Now the sky is filled with crows.
In Spanish town
We lay
Looking forward
To the day
When we have freedom to roam
In this place we found a home.
In Spanish town
We pray
In exile from
Our pain
Where we have freedom to roam
In this place we found a home.
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6. |
Dead Yard (Wilson Town)
01:41
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7. |
Cudjoe (Maroon War)
03:38
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Can you hear it
Through the trees.
Guerilla war
On the Caribbean sea.
The sound of horns
The beat of drums.
A clash of blades
And the bang of guns.
Tribal war down
the mountain side.
Myal chants
A warrior's pride.
They can't contain
A tropical fever.
The leeward king
An african Ceaser
Free from bondage
We fight until
we can not stand.
Broken chains
Becomes weapons
In Ashanti hands
Can you hear it
Through the trees
Maroon war
On the caribbean seas.
Abeng horns
The Kete drums.
Taino rage and
African blood.
Tribal war down
the mountain side.
Myal chants
A warrior pride.
Kromanti man
Strong like iron.
A great fire
An african lion
Free from bondage
We fight until
They can not stand.
Broken chains
Becomes weapons
In the captains hands.
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8. |
Mama
01:30
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Kuh, mih pickney dem,
How dehn suffah
Stripped a dehn identity
Dehhn home
An dem dignity
Taken fram mih by di trade winds a fate
Acrass the worl to every kahna.
Beaten, bowed, an dispossessed,
Mahkdd by dih sands of time.
But tru all a oonu suffahring
Know dis.
No mattah how far mih deh fram oonu
An oonu fram mih in dih flesh
Mi spirit shall always bih wid oonu
Pushing oonu forward
And watchin ovah oonu
Fah oonu mih pickney a noh fallen bud inna dih jungle a life
But lepads inna di Savanna waitin fih strike
No mek nutten black oonu way
As mih watch oonu fram dih sky
An wen oonu sole is weary
Know,
Dat dis yah island wih always bih oonu home.
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