Rastaman. Businessman. Preacher man. Island man. Poetry man. Reggae recording artist Taj Weekes plays many roles, but chief among them is the role of story
Lyrics
Devils who ride on horseback
love my sleepy eyes
they come for one, they comfort none
babies too must die
hear them slaughter, butchered where they lie
beckoning to the skies they weep
the heavens won’t reply
the orphans cry
on the outskirts of your life
they cry
you indifferently deny
more, wanting more is not a need
your eyes are closed from suffering by your life of blinding speed
more, no no more is what we plead
what if your child withered you watched
and simply couldn’t feed
the orphans cry
on the outskirts of your life
they cry
you indifferently deny
hypnotized in the cradle of a comfortable recliner
your hands on controls you simply flip by
their suffering oh their suffering is not your reality
but to turn a blind eye, oh lord
is pure brutality
they cry on the outskirts of your lives
they cry, you indifferently deny
the devils who ride on horseback , love your sleepy eyes
they know for sure you will ignore
you sleep, I sleep, I die
they cry on the outskirts of your lives
they cry, you indifferently deny
If only my refrain, could end their pain
i'd repeat myself a million times again
one tear to many, one tear too many
