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 Babylon and the situation

It’s because of the Babylon and the situation

When I was a boy about 8 years old

There was a certain rastaman

And he love all the childen

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 rastaman?

For 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,

He take away the rastaman

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 rastaman

They 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 man

Many people see I, many people ask I

Why am I a rastaman?

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 rastaman?

How sweet the name of Jah Jah sound

To every righteous rastaman

And the same old rastaman

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 man

Everyone see I

Everyone ask I

Why am I a Rastaman?

I’m 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 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 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 see I

Everyone ask I

Why am I a Rastaman?

I love the beat of the Nyahbinghi that call the creation

Everyone see I,

Everyone ask I…