Jamaican vocal reggae band formed in the second half of the 1970s by (previously in ) and (). The group started recording at the Black Ark Studios for , who added to the lineup to handle the deeper chords.
The group split in the early 1980's but reformed in the mid-1990's.
Name Vars
- Congo
- Congo Ashanti
- Congo's
- Congoes
- Congos
- Congos C.M.R.J.W.B
- Congos C.M.R.J.W.B.
- Congs
- The Congo
- The Congo's
- The Congoes
- The Congos (Cedric Myton, Roydel Johnson, Watty Burnett)
Members
- Cedric Myton
- Roydel Johnson
- Kenroy Fyffe
- Derrick Burnett
And they cry every day, ya
All they do, they just pray
And they sigh more and more
Every day my people going to the church
Yet the living seems worser than worse
They talk about Marcus Garvey prophecy
Yet they don't know their own history
All they do, they just say
The wrong thing all over
All they do, they just think
The wrong thing all over
Talk about the troubles, brother bear
With my brethren we all will share
Equality and justice stands for all
Who know that Satan your kingdom must fall
Fire, lightning, thunder a go burn you, Babel
Don't matter where you hide
You can't hide, from the wrong that you have done
You a go back up pan yourself
Every day my people going to the church
Yet the living seems worser than worse
They talk about Marcus Garvey prophecy
Yet they don't know their own history
All they do, they just say
The wrong thing all over
All they do, they just say
The wrong thing all over
They talk about Marcus Garvey prophecy
Yet they don't know their own history
Oh yeah, na na na na
You can't hide from the wrong..
Why wouldn't they just pray? And they sigh more and more oh
Everyday my people going are going to the church
Yet the living seems worser than worse
They talk about "Marcus Garvey's Prophecy"
Yet they don't know their own history
Why wouldn't they just say the wrong thing all over?
Why wouldn't they just say the wrong thing all over?
Everyday my people go into the church,
Yet the living seems worser than worse.
They talk about Marcus Garvey prophecy,
Yet they don’t know their own history.
All they do, they just say,
The wrong thing all over
All they do, they just think,
The wrong thing all over
Talk about the troubles, brother bear,
With my brethren we all will share.
Equality and justice stands for all
Who know that Satan your queendom must fall
Fire, lightning, thunder a go burn you, Babel,
Don’t matter where you hide.