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Early B – Righteous Rastaman
Don’t be too greedy
‘Cause silver and gold will only vanish away
But good knowledge will always stay
‘Cause memories don’t live like people do
They don’t go away, they always stay with you
Do it, Jah
‘Cause me say when me was a youth me use to ‘fraid a Rastaman
‘Cause Mama use to tell me them a black heart man
Say them don’t live a house say them live a woodland
They can’t come a street because them ‘fraid a Babylon
The thing weh dem smoke it will turn me mad man
Say them will cut off me head, put in a cursing pan
But now me come a man, me get fi understand
Say Rasta is life and salvation
Say Rasta is right and the Babylon wrong
‘Cause Babylon would never hurt a Christian
But the slightest thing they would a kill a I-a-man
And beat him bad and carry him a station
You have Anglican and then you have Christian
You have the Methodist and the Pocomanian
You have the Muslim and the Rastafarian
Say wich one a your religion, hail Jah-man
‘Cause me say when me was a youth as a litle youngster
They tell me that the sky was the house of Jah Jah
But now me come a man and come a read Scripture
Me find out that Jah did live a Africa
That’s why Mama never want me smoke the ganja
‘Cause when me smoke it me find out me culture
‘Cause me say give thanks and praise unto Jah, say Jah
Say give thanks and praise unto Jah
‘Cause me say ain’t no stoppin’ Rastafari, hail Jah-man
‘Cause me say ain’t no stopping Rastafari, say that no lie
‘Cause me say when me sight the Dread me use to hide my head
Say when me sight the Dread me use to hide my head
But now that I’m a man I wish that I was a Dread
‘Cause some man Dread, just fi thief one bread
But some man Dread ’cause them a conscious Dread
‘Cause me say pancoot a pancoot, coot a coot
A conscious Dread say me know him don’t loot
A conscious Dread is a militant youth
‘Cause when me was a youth me use to hide from the Dread
But now me come a man, Jah know me respect the Dread
Sometime me seat down, me meditate and me wonder
I wish I was a righteous Rasta
‘Cause me say when me was a youth me use to ‘fraid a Rastaman
‘Cause Mama use to tell me them a black heart man
Say they can’t come a street ’cause they ‘fraid a Babylon
The thing weh deh smoke it will turn me mad man
Them don’t live a house, say them live a woodland
Say them will cut off me head, put in a cursing pan
But now me come a man me get to understand
Say Rasta is life and salvation
‘Cause Babylon would never hurt a Christian
But the first chance they get they did a kill a Rastaman
And beat him up bad and carry him a station
You have Anglican and then you have Christian
You have the Methodist and the Pocomanian
You have the Muslim and the Rastafarian
Say wich one a your religion
Hail Jah-man about the One we a praise up Jah-man
‘Cause me say give thanks and praise unto Jah the King-man
Say give thanks and praise unto Jah the King-man
‘Cause ain’t no stoppin Rastafari
