We were born in the midst of freedom
We run out and play in green pastures of music
Yeah, them try to take away our freedom
I say they can't take away our music
I say when trouble get rough and dirty tough
We sing, sing, sing
I say when trouble get rough and dirty tough
Yeah, we sing
Yeah, we sing
We were born in a land of freedom
They take us away to a land of misery
I say they try to take away our culture
But them can't take the intellect of our music
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I say when trouble get rough and dirty tough
We sing, sing, sing
I wanna say trouble get rough, naughty get tough and we sing
All the way down in Namibia and down in Port of Spain
Get up, stand up, baby Keep up your culture, naughty dread it
I say when trouble get rough and dirty tough

All the way down in South Africa
I swear them kill Steve Biko
And them kill Martin Luther King until you see now
But that is why they can never
Yeah, when trouble get rough and dirty tough
We sing, sing, sing
No matter how they beat us
When trouble get rough and dirty tough
Yeah, we sing
Oh, yeah
Yeah
We sing
I wanna say
When trouble, when trouble, when trouble, when trouble, we sing
Naughty, naughty dread sick
It's yonkey
Baby, don't give up
You gotta get up and do your own thing, yeah
You gotta sing, sing, sing, sing
You sing, sing, sing, sing
You gotta
Naughty get up, naughty get up
Forever, forever
Keepin' our job


Oh, baby











Right, baby

Don't wanna give up

You say yeah, you say you can't
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