Culture - Why am i a rastaman lyrics

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...