Why Am I A Rastaman? - Culture

I've being questioned to meet early 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

Cause it's because of the babyloon and the siituation

It's because of the babyloon and the siituation

When I was a boy about eight years old

There was a surtain rastaman

And he love all the children

And he treated us like a man

Even the little children than no one cared

He called up on 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 tought 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 Satuarday morning

A special thing happend to this man

He moved out of babyloon

Him 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 ten years

I never see the rastaman

They took him to general penetentry and

Send him back as a valid man

But god could not change him his mind

Cause in that 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 rightous rastaman

Am the same old rastaman

Taught you paushing and ting

Would come out and have cyculation

And we would use a true bird man

Now I have seen telling me you

Got no dark and it got no use man

Donkey horses and cross keeper

Trooding on I being am a man

Everyone see I everyone ask I

Why am I a rastaman

Am here to prove and testify about our prophecy

Everyone who see I everyone ask I

Why am I a rastaman

They baptaised marcus garvey and Christ

They was a rastaman

Everyone see I everyone ask I

Why am I a rastaman

I vote and fight for another right

And it can't be no other wise man

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 Duke brother John brothers stand up man

I use to hear them beat the drums and sing

There in the forest land

Many people see I many people ask I

Why am I a rastaman

I love the beat of the nayabing that call the creation

Many people see I many people ask I

Why am I a rastaman