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Yes mi bredda Winston Rodney!
The boy who we waan see long time,
Christopher Columbus, we catch him,
We hold him 'pon vibes.

Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.
Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Rome.
So how come him down in a West Indies land - a bother we, oh Jah.
So how come him down in a West Indies land - a bother we.

They never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.
Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Rome.

How come in a West Indies man a ravish my home?
How come the boy come down to claim my home?
He came to the West Indies land and saw us on the plantation,
Trying hard to work and support and feed our generation.
Then he came and took out his pirate sword,
And own everything by the jiffy of a word - thief!

Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.
Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Genoa.

Then how come him come down here with the boy Three Finger Jack?
Come kick out Rastaman and West Indians off the Rock.

You think a so Christopher, think we ago give up easily?

He came and start to feed the people on hog head,
And not a word of justice to be said.
When I look, thinks upon the land start run red,
And the later generation African we haffe turn Natty Dread.

Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.
Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.
Let me tell I something!

So how come him down in a West Indies land - a bother we.
So how come him down in a West Indies land - a bother we.
Came to rob us all of our gold,
Rape our sons and daughters at nine years old.
Straight after that we can't get no good times fe roll,
And our wild animals and our speech and culture he stole.

Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.
Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.

So how come him down here in a West Indies land - a follow we.
How come him down in a West Indies land just a follow we.
And everything we working take it away from us.

Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Genoa.
Them never want Christopher Columbus ina Italy.