Why Am I a Rastaman

Why Am I a Rastaman -Culture

A big question posed to me daily 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

It ´s because

Of the Babyloon

And the situation

It ´s because

Of the Babyloon

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 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 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 happend 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 staight up brother for trillion years

I never see the rastaman

They took him to general penitentiary

And send him back as a valid 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 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

Am the same old rastaman

Told me pounds shilling and things

Would come out of circulation

And we would use a true bird man

Now I have seen

Seven years after that

It was no use man

Donkey horses and 'cross keeper

Trooding upon he a penny man

Everyone see I everyone ask I

Why am I a rastaman

Am here to prove and to testify

About prophecy

Everyone who see I everyone ask I

Why am I a rastaman

John the baptist Marcus Garvey and Christ

They was a rastaman

Everyone who see I everyone ask I

Why am I a rastaman

I vowed the vow of a Nazarite

And I can ´t be no otherwise man

Everyone who 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 Chris brother John

Brothers stand up man

I use to hear them beat the drums and sing

There in the forest land

Everyone who see I everyone ask I

Why am I a rastaman

I love the beat

Of the nayabinghi that call the creation

Many people see I many people ask I

Why am I a rastaman

The truth is my friend

There is no other righteous man