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I had a dream last night about a village far awayThey lived happily and freely, they would sing and dance and playAll of them together they lived only as oneThey had no use for weapons and had never seen a gunThen one day some visitors decided to pass throughThey brought with them some friends and their group very quickly grewThey cut down all the trees and cleared out all the landFor this the villagers said they would not standTheir request for them to leave was met with guns and bladesThey imprisoned village leaders and put some of them in gravesThe villagers were peaceful and did not know what to doTheir town was taken over and their leaders were gone tooSo they all joined up together, their army fierce and strongBut instead of drawing weapons they fought with verse and songThey played the reggae beat, they lifted up their feetThey all stood together and reclaimed their street From Letras Mania