I See Rastafari
Whoa!
Ah yah dun know say longtime we have it fi dem you know.
Mi tell yuh anytime of the season
Mi deh ya fi a reason
Rastafari created a sequel
See yuh brother as yuh equal
I see Rastafari from afar
Trodding on to Zion I
I see the cleanliness of your heart
So put away your guns, make it a better place for I
So babylon, where is your shame?
Can your feel the flames?
Tell me who is there to blame for all
So if you fight gainst my nation
Busspipe say put away procrastination
Brimstone pon di klu klux klan
Hand me the broom, sweep them in the dustpan
Only King Selassie I, mi put mi trust pon
What happened in the past I’m still holding a grudge pon
This is just the introduction
Kill off the animals for your meat production
Now mi smoke di hetb
You bun mi plantation
Mystery babylon, where is my explanation?
I see Rastafari from afar
Trodding on to Zion I
I see the cleanliness of your heart
So put away your guns, make it a better place for I
So Rasta youths, open up your eyes
Always be wise
Don’t fret those who criticize
Those who stand up in the congregation of the wicked
More spill it
Reeeaaaalllllll Rastaman nuh pretend
So depart yourself from amongst the heathen
Well this is just a reminder
Black Woman you a gem
Bun the vanity, glammity
No money you deh spend
Meeeallllll we no eat your bloody meat
Royalist. Inna we turban we haffi look neat
Good over evil
Wicked ah get defeat
Mi no finish!
Wholeon take a seat!
I see Rastafari from afar
Trodding on to Zion I
I see the cleanliness of your heart
So put away your guns, make it a better place for I
So babylon, where is your shame?
Can your feel the flames?
Tell me who is there to blame for all
Rastaman a tell we no trim
And we no shave
Okay. I tell you now
The body is only temporary you see
Black History Month is only February you see
Repatriation is very mandatory you see
Some only want fi go a Zion when dem dead and bury!
Dem neva, reach Mount Zion Spiritually!
You betta, rehearse and practice love physically!
Or else the pressure pot a boil over literally
You see, Rasta nah indulge in no folly
Naturally me say
I see Rastafari from afar
Trodding on to Zion I
I see the cleanliness of your heart
So put away your guns, make it a better place for I
So babylon, where is your shame?
Can your feel the flames?
Tell me who is there to blame for all
So if you fight against my nation
Busspipe say put away procrastination yow
I see Rastafari from afar
Trodding on to Zion I
I see the cleanliness of your heart
So put away your guns, make it a better place for I
So babylon, where is your shame?
Can your feel the flames?
Tell me who is there to blame for all
So if you fight against my nation
Busspipe say put away procrastination yow. . .
Taken from the album Coming Back For You
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