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    "God Forsaken Land."genre: Reggae
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    This song is a story about a boy in Africa who has a lot of love for the world and humanity but suffers greatly due to malnutrition and sorrow.
    CD: Invisible Enemies
    Credits: Truse, Track Nesta, Phil Harmonic

    Lyrics
    So the sorrow lingers in the young boys eyes
    How he wishes he could have one bite
    The pain of hunger in his stomach
    This aching monster that slays with ratchets

    A simple meal to end his pain
    A tiny hut to stop the rain
    A single word of love forever
    But no one hears him he's lost forever

    "How was I son unlucky?
    To be born to all this misery...

    Did I do too much harm and now I must live in this forsaken land...this God forsaken land?"

    "They don't care I'm human too,
    I deserve to love and go to school
    But I just wither here away
    As they complain the pain I faint

    I don't have any other choice
    I am simply one Black boy
    Burnt like ashes
    No one needs me
    My mother died she left us nothing

    What could she have possibly done
    She was born
    In this God forsaken land."

    Chorus:
    This God, this God forsaken land
    Oh won't you please just understand
    I'm born under, under a black sun
    In this God forsaken land

    This God, this God forsaken land
    It burns my feet this scorching sand
    I want to leave I cannot stand
    This God forsaken land...

    The sun don't shine here anymore.
    It's gone. I starve and we all morn.
    And my brothrers, they cry form agony.
    I know no one could fathom this misery.
    And not even in our melodies could we portray our tragedies.

    We have nohting to eat. No shoes on our feet. So they burn from the heat on the concrete street. No meat on our bones, forced to fight with stones, when the gangs come around to rape our homes.

    In this God foresaken land. In this God foresaken land. Oh God, Oh Jah, extend your hand, with bread and love, not repremand. And help us climb out of this well. In this God forsaken hell.

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