Why Am I A Rastaman (Extended Mix)

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 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 There was a certain Rasta man And he loved all the children And he treated us like a man Even the little children that no one cares for He called up everyone 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 Mr Babylon He take away the Rasta man To root of him herb to the meat of him fruit And throw it in a van And straight up brother for a trillion 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 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 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 do no otherwise man Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? I love my brothers and my sisters and I can not give up a tall man Brother Brown, brother Chris, brother John, brothers stand with man I use to hear them beat the drum and sing We're in the forest land Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man? I love the beat of the Nyabinghi