Lyrics
Jamaica, you are my likkle Africa
Woyy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Likkle Africa I’m a third class citizen
Puppa ridin' inna Babylon across di Schengen
Babylon by bus and by my side there’s no friend
We a go right through till di end well
Mi affi work hard and move right round di clock
Mi affi push down di rat, but mi nah see no jack
Likkle Africa too small, it nuh deh 'pon di maps so That’s why dem nah tek no chat, well
Fifty cent inna the pocket cyan buy dem no meal
Inna this ya rat race there is no poor man deal
Fi dem head there’s not poor man pill
Just understand how mi feel
So we affi witness a new rising sun, come to us, yea
Is the prophecy of Marcus Garvey, teaching us, wey, ey It’s the Lion Of Judah once again walking 'pon this land, wooh, yey, yey
I say oh, God is a living man
Only Jah can set my Africa free
My likkle Africa free
My likkle Africa free
Only Jah can set my Africa free
My likkle Africa free
My likkle Africa free
Likkle Africa, rise and peace and
We gonna fulfill our destiny a walk away free
My people pace my come from my silence slavery
We earn the right to live, but lock to live in poverty
Likkle Africa di story is neva been told
Someone tell mi seh di truth is be lookin dem soul
For a case a long gun and a five pound of gold
Plus a mi mek cries look too pretty and bold
So as long as di gun dem, we’ll restore di orda
As long as a man will die, just to trying cross di borda-a
As long as those tears, will sick out mi fadda-fadda
As long as we will not find no peace, likkle Africa shall cry
Only Jah can set my Africa free
My likkle Africa free
My likkle Africa free
Only Jah can set my Africa free
My likkle Africa free
My likkle Africa free
There will be a brand new day
Oh, my likkle Africa
My likkle Africa, woy, yey, yey, yey
Only Jah can set my Africa free
My likkle Africa free
My likkle Africa free
Only Jah can set my Africa free
My likkle Africa free
My likkle Africa free