Culture - Why Am I A Rastaman? lyrics
[Culture - Why Am I A Rastaman? lyrics]
A big question posed to me
Daily on the street
Many want to know the reason why
I'm 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 Babylon
And the situation
It's because of the Babylon
And the situation
When I was a boy about 8 years old
There was a certain rastaman
And he love all the childen
And he treated us like a man
Even the little children that
No one cares for he called up 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?
For 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 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 straight up brother for a trillion years
I never see the rastaman
They took him to general penitentiary
And then send him back as a ballhead 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 what 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 sound
To every righteous rastaman
I'm the same old rastaman
Doing me pounds, shillings and pence
Would come out of circulation
And we would use a true bird, man
And I have seen, seven years after that
It was no use, man
Donkey, horses and cross keeper
Trodding upon he a penny man
Everyone see I, everyone ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
I'm here to prove and to testify
About prophecy
Everyone a see I, everyone a ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
John the Baptist, Marcus Garvey and Christ
They was a Rastaman
Everyone a see I, everyone a ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
I vowed the vow of a Nazarite
And I can´t do no otherwise, man
Everybody see I, everybody 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, brother Stanley, man
I use to hear them beat the drums and sing
Way in the forest land
Everbody see I, everybody ask I
Why am I a Rastaman? I love the beat of the
Nyahbinghi that call the creation
Everybody see I, everybody ask I
Why am I a Rastaman? The truth
Prosecute me, prosecute you
Daily on the street
Many want to know the reason why
I'm 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 Babylon
And the situation
It's because of the Babylon
And the situation
When I was a boy about 8 years old
There was a certain rastaman
And he love all the childen
And he treated us like a man
Even the little children that
No one cares for he called up 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?
For 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 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 straight up brother for a trillion years
I never see the rastaman
They took him to general penitentiary
And then send him back as a ballhead 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 what 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 sound
To every righteous rastaman
I'm the same old rastaman
Doing me pounds, shillings and pence
Would come out of circulation
And we would use a true bird, man
And I have seen, seven years after that
It was no use, man
Donkey, horses and cross keeper
Trodding upon he a penny man
Everyone see I, everyone ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
I'm here to prove and to testify
About prophecy
Everyone a see I, everyone a ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
John the Baptist, Marcus Garvey and Christ
They was a Rastaman
Everyone a see I, everyone a ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
I vowed the vow of a Nazarite
And I can´t do no otherwise, man
Everybody see I, everybody 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, brother Stanley, man
I use to hear them beat the drums and sing
Way in the forest land
Everbody see I, everybody ask I
Why am I a Rastaman? I love the beat of the
Nyahbinghi that call the creation
Everybody see I, everybody ask I
Why am I a Rastaman? The truth
Prosecute me, prosecute you