Jah Live — Lucky Dube

Jah live Jah children Let Rastas never die

When everything is going right They forget about your presents But when the tables turn upside down They know that you' re there To my mom who taught me That you' re always there I wrote this little Song of praise Now I' m gonna sing

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Jah live Jah children Let Rastas never die

The Rastaman call him Jah Some people call him Allah English man call Him God But he is one We may have different names To call him, but he cares For everyone that' s why I Wrote this song