Rasta Love - Protoje, Ky-Mani Marley

And she didn’t know how to tell him

She was in love with a Rasta man

Fire was burnin' and burning

To let out what she was holding in

And she didn’t know how to tell him

She was in love with a Rasta man

Fire was burnin' and burning

To let out what she was holding in

I know her story before she say it

Daddy just want her cooperate

Find somebody that’s corporate

Suit and tie more appropriate (cha)

Him say him naa make him daughter stray

But Reggae music she start fi play it

Ital food when she sort her plate

Militant yute wah she want fi date

And that is what she need

Marcus Garvey she start fi read

Hair stop comb and it start look neat

So him want keep her off the street from who she with

And that be me

More than a natty head is what she see

No lovers leap is not for me

And she nuh waa keep it a secret

But she can’t tell him who she sleep with

She didn’t know how to tell him

She was in love with a Rasta man

Fire was burnin' and burning

To let out what she was holding in

And she didn’t know how to tell him

She was in love with a Rasta man

Fire was burnin' and burning

To let out what she was holding in

And she wants to be free

From all this captivity (cha)

So she’ll be who she will be

They can’t tell her who she need

They can’t tell her who she want, who she can’t

She talk her owner chant, chart her owner path

And follow her owner heart

Call me over her own apartment

Now as I answer the phone that’s the tone she start with

She know say she don’t fi part with

One like I even though so much impart it

So she haffi do her owner thing

Cause she can never live life for them

Knowing that she would look back when

To the time weh she couldn’t explain to him cause then

And she didn’t know how to tell him

She was in love with a Rasta man

Fire was burnin' and burning

To let out what she was holding in

And she didn’t know how to tell him

She was in love with a Rasta man

Fire was burnin' and burning

To let out what she was holding in