Why Am I a Rastaman -Culture
A big question posed to me daily on the street
Many want to know the reason why
I am 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
It ´s because
Of the Babyloon
And the situation
It ´s because
Of the Babyloon
And the situation
When I was a boy about eight years old
There was a certain rastaman
And he love all the children
And he treated us like a man
Even the little children that no one cares for
He called up everyone
And he gave us food and treated everyone
With a special love
Many people see I many people ask I
Why am I a rastaman
But he taught I the love
To give to everyone
Many 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 happend to this man
Here come Mr Babylon
He take away the rastaman
To the root of him herb
And the meat of him fruit
And throw it in a van
And staight up brother for trillion years
I never see the rastaman
They took him to general penitentiary
And send him back as a valid man
But that could not change him his mind
Was not in prison was only his body man
Many 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 hand
Many people see I many people ask I
Why am I a rastaman
How sweet the name of jah jah song
To every righteous rastaman
Am the same old rastaman
Told me pounds shilling and things
Would come out of circulation
And we would use a true bird man
Now I have seen
Seven years after that
It was no use man
Donkey horses and 'cross keeper
Trooding upon he a penny man
Everyone see I everyone ask I
Why am I a rastaman
Am here to prove and to testify
About prophecy
Everyone who see I everyone ask I
Why am I a rastaman
John the baptist Marcus Garvey and Christ
They was a rastaman
Everyone who see I everyone ask I
Why am I a rastaman
I vowed the vow of a Nazarite
And I can ´t be no otherwise man
Everyone who 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 man
Brother brown brother Chris brother John
Brothers stand up man
I use to hear them beat the drums and sing
There in the forest land
Everyone who see I everyone ask I
Why am I a rastaman
I love the beat
Of the nayabinghi that call the creation
Many people see I many people ask I
Why am I a rastaman
The truth is my friend
There is no other righteous man