Why Am I a Rastaman?

Lyrics

[Intro] A big question posed to me daily on the street Many want to know the reason why I am a Rasta man Many 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 situation When 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 love Many 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 one One Saturday morning A special thing happened to this man Here come Mystery Babylon To take away the Rasta man So they root up him herb And them eat up him fruit And throw it in a van And straight after that for three long years I never see the Rasta man They took him to general penitentiary And then send him back as a baldhead 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 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 man And the same old Rasta man Told me pounds, shillings and pence Would come out of circulation And we would use the truth bud, man And I have seen, seven years after that It was no use man Donkey, horses and cows keep on troddin' upon here penny man Everyone 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 man Everyone 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 at all man Brother Brown, brother Chris, brother Tom, brother Stanley man I use to hear them beat the drum and sing Way in the forest land Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? I love the beat of the Nyahbinghi that calls up creation Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? The truth is offence, it's not a sin You coulda small like a pill