Lyrics 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 I

why am I a Rastaman


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 than no one cares for

he called on every one

and he gave us fruit and treated every one

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 come Mr. Babylon

to take away the Rastaman

so them root up him herb and them eat off him fruit

and throw it in a van

and straight after that for three long years

I never see the Rastaman

they took him to General Penitentiary

and them send him back as a bald head 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 sound to every righteous Rastaman


And the same old Rastaman

told me Pound, Shilling, and Pence

would come out of circulation

and we would use that . . . (?), man

and I have seen seven years after that

it was no use, man

donkey, horses, and cows feet

was trodding upon ha’penny, man


Everyone see I, everyone ask I

why am I a Rastaman

I’m here to prove and to testify about our 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 see I, everyone ask I

why am I a Rastaman

I vow the vow of a Nazarite and I can´t do no otherwise, man


Everyone see I, everyone ask I

why am I a Rastaman

I love my brothers and my sisters and I cannot give up at all, man


Brother Brown, brother Klaus (?), brother Tom, brother Stanley, man

I used to hear them beat the drum and sing

way in the forest land


Everyone people see I, everyone people ask I

why am I a Rastaman

I love the beat of the Nyabingi that call from creation


Many people see I, everyone ask I

why am I a Rastaman

the truth is . . . (?) . . . you could’a small like a pin . . .


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