Boboto - Ballou Canta

It's only once, how could it hurt? If we only have our hands behind our backs I told you once, I don't need her It's been better ever since I got her back Cause I got caught up on fire, but no more Though it took a while I finally think I get it I get it Girl, girl, girl why you wanna make me blue? I'm asking you girl, girl, girl why you wanna make me blue? I caved once, maybe twice before Digging down for what I had just a little more A mindful of blinded bringers Never mindful of what they might explore And I thought I knew this time, there's no more Though it took a while I finally think I get it I get it Girl, girl, girl why you wanna make me blue? I'm asking you girl, girl, girl why you wanna make me blue?

Boy, before you get your game on That move, that groove, that drink on just (please) go easy on the struttin' and you can keep that button buttoned it's time to take a breath And rethink those cheesey lines Girls don't dig that stuff (shit) And if ya don't know why? You better ask somebody before this chance is blown do a little bit of research resharpin' your approach If ya wanna make it happen Find someone who knows... ya know? you better ask somebody Don't start braggin' bout your paycheck Or that brand new jet-black corvette I don't get impressed with who you're friends with or some gym-card, low card, fitness Honey don't get in a hurry If you wanna you to get it right Ya might wanna call your mama Or how bout you callin' mine... Ch2: repeat Well i want her so here's what i done, See i got smart went and asked someone I went home to mama, asked her some questions found out the truth and learned me a lesson No need to brag, no need to front Shut up and listen, find what she wants Give her your attention, listen to her dreams Love her like crazy show her what she means Ain't nothin' better than lovin' a good girl Find the right one it'll change your world Now that you know what you need to does You better ask somebody if you're looking for love Ch3: repeat

Since history it's been depression and misery Racism greed deception and bigotry They make you choose You a prisoner or a soldier But once you fall victim to the system Then you over (It's all over) Thinking you rise on sending lies It'll turn your enterprise into genocide And the powers that be divide and conquer the weak And the mark of the beast will get carved in the streets In hell trying to find a heaven Lost in north America's hysteria trying to find my brethren Poisons in the water toxins in the sky spreading And who's really responsible for 9/11 One of the biggest conspiracy theories since Christ While the blind been deprived of the truth since life Is hard to believe in a world that no one trust And there's no one to turn to it's so unjust Don't bargain for fish That's still in the waters yeah The world is so unjust You don't know who to trust My brethren Cause in who yo put your trust They themselves get barred by the system RastafarI them on top Give me the mic and show me the spot I'll make the giddy and get up So no mean when them a say that me a check them a check Conquer a lion man a doggone rat Me get so send them buyers to us Soldier come up on a moat The first slick a fool a bet your king will get slapped Well one get chopped and the rest of them stomped Green revolution your a soldier to that Them sell a mango cabinet the rice and the plant Well David slayed Goliath with a poor slingshot Some Yo Babylon system so unjust me a run me a skin me a shoot me a curse I don't sit in the back of the bus Notice this man is just us Yo but oh man do what you must I'm a soldier militant everything significant everything I'll be permanent Permanemanent yes I tell the truth man I tell no lie And a big nose ting far from the truth and I really get high But I Refuse to take my anger to the sky It will rise I'll get the youth to see the higher eyes To show Will ya defend wrong or right Oh yeah If it's not the right push out the light Heritage is sacred Say we couldn't take it So we keep applying pressure til we see our people make it Whether you're American African or Jamaican We stolen from Africa but the world is for the taking Never underestimate the people you don't penetrate War come of bloodclot anticipate King of kings the real thing we'll know for emulate Party now until you tell you straight Don't bargain for fish That's still in the waters yeah The world is so unjust You don't know who to trust My brethren Cause in who yo put your trust They themselves get barred by the system By the system

Keith Sykes About her eyes, now they're misty shinin' About her hair, it's long and clean About her face, now it's soft and smiling But you can't trace her thoughts 'cause they can't be seen When she flows by you so gently She brings a breeze that just cleans the air When she speaks it's barely a whisper That tries to hide but you know it's there She smiles at you and it sends you sailin' It sweeps you yonder along in the night You glide with ease and you hardly feel it But you tell you're driftin' in a moments flight When she leaves you become quite drowsy So you recline in your easy chair She's left you there to think in silence About her eyes, her face, and her hair

Si mi guitarra canta como canta Y suena como a duelo mi garganta Es porque soy latinoamericano Y veo a Cristo, a diario, crucificado Y he visto a Cristo, a diario, crucificado Hay que ver un obrero volver a casa Sin pan para sus hijos y derrotado Después de haber buscado en vano un trabajo O trabajando en pago de un mal salario Sin pan para sus hijos y derrotado Hay que ver cómo miran esos niñitos Tristes, desguarnecidos, como asustados Con hambre y empujados a la ignorancia Por la fiera arrogancia de los que mandan Con hambre y empujados a la ignorancia A veces, me agarra pena arrancarle a mi guitarra A veces, me agarra pena arrancarle a mi guitarra Cosas que mi pobre alma me murmura en los silencios Pero yo, ¿qué culpa tengo de ver, de ver las cosas que pasan? Pero yo, ¿qué culpa tengo de ver, de ver las cosas que pasan? Soy un cantor de pueblo sin mucho vuelo Pero, por ser de pueblo, sé lo que quiero Yo le canto a la gente simple y sencilla Y odio, como se debe, a la oligarquía Y odio, como se debe, a la oligarquía Soy un cantor de pueblo sin mucho vuelo Pero, por ser de pueblo, sé lo que quiero Gracias le doy al cielo por el regalo De saber quién es Cristo y quién es el diablo De saber quién es Cristo y quién es el diablo Si mi guitarra canta como canta Y suena como a duelo mi garganta Es porque soy latinoamericano Y veo a Cristo, a diario, crucificado Y he visto a Cristo, a diario, crucificado

Se abren los cielos Se escucha un sonido celestial Unido a las voces De un pueblo que te quiere adorar El espíritu de Dios Se mueve libre en este lugar El Padre alegre está Al ver la novia unirse a adorar, ah Se escucha La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo Ye-eh Se abren los cielos Se escucha un sonido celestial (unido) Unido a las voces De un pueblo que te quiere adorar (el espíritu de Dios) El espíritu de Dios Se mueve libre en este lugar El Padre alegre está Al ver la novia unirse a adorar (que se escuche en el cielo) La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo Levanta tus manos y escucha el sonido ¡Cielo y tierra! ¡Cie'! Ángeles se unen hoy Cantamos a una sola voz ¡Santo! ¡Santo! Ángeles se unen hoy Cantamos a una sola voz ¡Santo! ¡Santo! (¡que se escuche!) Ángeles se unen hoy Cantamos a una sola voz ¡Santo! ¡Santo! Ángeles se unen hoy Cantamos a una sola voz ¡Santo! ¡Santo! La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan (Tú eres) Que Tú eres santo La tierra canta (la tierra canta) El cielo adora (el cielo adora) Todos gritan (y todos gritan) Tú eres (que Tú eres santo), levanta tu voz La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo La tierra canta El cielo adora Y todos gritan Que Tú eres santo Oh-oh-oh (¡santo!) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh ¡Tú eres el único digno! Oh-oh-oh (digno) Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh (¡se escucha!) Oh-oh (¡se escucha!) Oh-oh-oh (oh-oh) Oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh Solo dale ese aplauso al Señor