Many Mourn for Bob

Lyrics

Rastafari is the almighty God. Is not we a do it, you know, is God himself a do it, you know what I mean? And nobody and— if them kill me tomorrow millions a Rastas come up. Why do they want to kill you though? Why, why, why is that? Because them don't know Well, well, well Many mourn for Bob So he was young With no regret The race was hard And he did his best When your whole world lets you down Where will you turn? A ship tossed and battered By the angry sea He was more than a good friend Yeah he was more than heaven sent Oh the good Lord bless his soul Reminisce on the days of old The tide of time keeps raging on You lose the battle just to win the war Many mourn for Bob When it's time to have some fun You find the tears run on down through your face May eleventh came, and the children said "Where will we turn?" The stars are getting closer Nine miles away And it's more than a memory Yeah it's more than words can say You live the life you love Grow the wings of a dove The light in the lamp keeps turning on You lost the battle just to win the war I know I am benefit to the people, you know. That is the only consciousness I have on myself. That I can be beneficial to a people. Well my life nah important to me, but other people life important. My life is only important if me can help plenty people. If me- if me- my life is just for me and my own security than me no want it. My life is for people, that's the way me is So where will we turn? Many mourn for Bob Oh, he was young With no regret Many mourn for Bob The race was hard And he did his best To tell you the truth, you know, I an not a enormous person or a star. You know? Me is just a man of the ghetto