Love Created I [Marcus Teaching] - Tarrus Riley

Blessed love…

Satta Massagana…

Igziabeher, Negust, Negast

Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe

Give us the teaching of Marcus Garvey

Kebra Negast means 'Glory of Kings'

Give I and I Selassie I and keep the guy with the blue eyes… for yourself

'Cause people without a vision perish like suicide, mmm

You tell me it’s not about color

Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall

Woah woah, yeah yeah

All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused

They don’t know who to call on in this I-ritical war

And you tell me of a paradise inna sky, but that’s a lie

And you tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I

Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me

No, no

Look how they’re treating us

This new millennium slavery

I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily

And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin

And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin

You tell me its not about color

Still you refuse to take the images out your books

I know that’s not how we look, Kush

Don’t take offense when we shout, «Black power!»

It carries us through, we’ve been abused

Put yourself in my shoes

And no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie

Don’t tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity when love created I, ha!

Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me

Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo, doo

Hey

Look how they’re treating us

This new millennium slavery

I see them hiding the chains and still beating us daily

And now we’re mentally poisoned to fight we black skin

And bleaching a the in-thing far out and far in, sin

You tell me its not about color

Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall

Woah woah

All you do is trick the brothers, keep them confused

They don’t know who to call on in this yah spiritual war

So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie

And no tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I

Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me

Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe

So, no tell me of a paradise inna sky, 'cause that’s a lie

No come tell me, I was born in sin and shaped in inequity, love created I and I

and I

Look how many prophets tried to open our eyes, you can’t fool me

Kadamawe, Kadamawe, Kadamawe

You can’t fool me, no, no

You!

can’t fool me, no, no

Yeah…