Why Am I A Rastaman?
A big questioned posed to me daily on the street
Many want to 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 situation
It's because, of the Babylon, 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 on everyone
And he gave us fruit 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 happened to this man
Here com mister Babylon, him take away the Rastaman
To the root of him herb and the meat of him fruit, and throw it in a van
And 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 man
But God could not change him his mind was not in prison was only his body, man, oh
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
And the same old Rastaman, taught me punching and tings
Would come out of circulation and we would use a true bird, man
And I have seen, telling me you got no dark and it got no use, man
Donkey, horses and cross keeper, an trodding up on being any man, ay
Everyone see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?
Am here to prove and testify, about prophecy
Everyone who see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?
And they baptised Marcus Garvey and Christ, they was a Rastaman
Everyone 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 man
Brother Brown, brother Cus, brother John, brothers Stanley Man
I use to hear the beat the drum and sing, way in the forest land, ay
Everyone 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
Many want to 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 situation
It's because, of the Babylon, 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 on everyone
And he gave us fruit 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 happened to this man
Here com mister Babylon, him take away the Rastaman
To the root of him herb and the meat of him fruit, and throw it in a van
And 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 man
But God could not change him his mind was not in prison was only his body, man, oh
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
And the same old Rastaman, taught me punching and tings
Would come out of circulation and we would use a true bird, man
And I have seen, telling me you got no dark and it got no use, man
Donkey, horses and cross keeper, an trodding up on being any man, ay
Everyone see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?
Am here to prove and testify, about prophecy
Everyone who see I, everyone ask I, why am I a Rastaman?
And they baptised Marcus Garvey and Christ, they was a Rastaman
Everyone 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 man
Brother Brown, brother Cus, brother John, brothers Stanley Man
I use to hear the beat the drum and sing, way in the forest land, ay
Everyone 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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Writer(s): Lynford Marshall, Collin W. York, Joseph Constantine Hill
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