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