May we rock children, to the music of creator
Hey

May we rock, children, to the music of the ghetto, yeah
Don't just sit and cry, little darlin', dry your eyes, I see

Come down off the shelf, come lively up yourself, my friend
We no have known bread, but we're not go dead
For the blessing of your father, well fallen his children

May we rock children, to the music of creator, yeah
Say may we rock children, to the music of the ghetto, yeah

Cost of living high, soon reach the sky
While we are a due

The rich man them a ball, so while we feel safe
Down her in the ghetto

We no have known bread, but we're not go dead
For the blessing of the father, well fallen his children
Rock
Rock
Rock, children
To the music of the ghetto, yeah, oh, yeah

May we rock, children
To the music of creator, yeah
May we rock, children
To the music of the ghetto, yeah

We no have non bread, but we not go dead
Say may we, rock, rock, rock, children
To the music of creator, oh, yes, oh, whoa yes, oh, yes, oh, yes
Cost of living is so high, soon touch the sky, now

May we rock children
To the music of the ghetto