Culture - Why Am I A Rastaman текст песни

Текст песни Why Am I A Rastaman - Culture

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