Letra de Why Am I A Rastaman?
A big question posed to me daily on the street Many want to know the reason why I am a Rasta manMany people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man? Many people see I, many people ask why am I a Rasta man? But It is because of the Babylon and the situation It's because of the Babylon and the situationWhen I was a boy about eight years old There was a certain Rasta man 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 fruit and treated everyone with a special loveMany people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man? But he taught I the love, to give to everyone Many people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man? There is no better way to express my love to each and every oneOne Saturday morning A special thing happened to this man Here come Mr Babylon He take away the Rasta man To the root of him herb and the meat of him fruit And throw it in a van And straight up brother for a trillion years I never see the Rasta manThey took him to general penitentiary And then send him back as a valid man But that could not change him his mind was not in prison Was only his body manMany people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man? No matter what the battle be I still have Jah in my hand Many people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man? How sweet the name of Jah Jah sound to every righteous Rasta manAnd the same old Rasta man Told me pounds, shillings and things Would come out of circulation And we would use a true bird, man And I have seen, seven years after that It was no use man Donkey, horses and cross keeper Trodding upon he a penny manEveryone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? I'm here to prove and to testify about prophecy Everyone who see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? John the Baptist, Marcus Garvey and Christ, they was a Rasta manEveryone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? I vowed the vow of a Nazarite and I can't be no otherwise man Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? I love my brothers and I sisters and I can not give up a tall manBrother Brown, brother Chris, brother John, brothers stand up man I use to hear them beat the drum and sing We're in the forest landEveryone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? I love the beat of the Nyahbinghi that call the creation Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? The truth is on affair, it's not a sin You put a smile like a pill