Many want t
o know the reason why, am I a Rastaman
o know the reason why, am I a Rastaman
Many people see I many people ask I, why am I a Rastaman?Many people see I many people ask, why am I a Rastaman?'Cause it is because, of the Babylon, and the situationIt's because, of the Babylon, and the situation
When I was a boy about eight years old, there was a certain RastamanAnd he love all the children, and he treated us like a manEven the little children that no one cares for, he called up on everyoneAnd he gave us fruit and treated everyone, with a special loveMany people see I, many people ask I, why am I a Rastaman?But he taught I the love, to give to everyoneMany people see I many people ask I, why am I a Rastaman?There is no better way to express my love, to each and everyone
One Saturday morning, a special thing happened to this manHere com mister Babylon, him take away the RastamanTo the root of him herb and the meat of him fruit, and throw it in a vanAnd straight up brother for three long years, I never see the Rastaman
They took him to general penitentiary and them send him back as a valid manBut God could not change him his mind was not in prison was only his body, man, ohMany people see I, many people ask I, why am I a Rastaman?No matter how hard the battle be, I still have Jah in my handMany people see I many people ask I, why am I a Rastaman?How sweet the name of Jah Jah song, to every righteous Rastaman
And the same old Rastaman, taught me punching and tingsWould come out of circulation and we would use a true bird, manAnd I have seen, telling me you got no dark and it got no use, manDonkey, horses and cross keeper, an trodding up on being any man, ayEveryone see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?Am here to prove and testify, about prophecyEveryone who see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?And they baptised Marcus Garvey and Christ, they was a RastamanEveryone see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?And I vow to vow for Nazareth and I can't do no other wise man, ay
Everyone see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?I love my brothers and I sisters and I can not give up a tall manBrother Brown, brother Cus, brother John, brothers Stanley ManI use to hear the beat the drum and sing, way in the forest land, ayEveryone see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?I love the beat of the Nayabing that call the creation
Everyone see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?The truth is not to offend, it's not a sin, you put a smile like a pill
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