Rasta man dreadlock warrior, rasta man dreadlock warrior They locked the sound, they bring it down, Turn around, jump up bottom-down rhythm killer, drink stones bitter Babylon pressure on my shoulder, but my heart grow bigger Beat of the drum in the gutter still a gold mine glitter Lion in the alley with a spliff, street choir singer Walk through the fire with a chant, true soul deliver Rasta man stand in the storm, roots run deep like river System waan chain up the mind, but the word cut scissor Iron beast roll through the lane, still we chant psalm quicker From zinc fence corner to the hilltop shimmer Youth dem a rock to the bass, eyes bright, hope flicker Every likkle step that we take make the dark grow thinner Under cold concrete still the seed sprout inner Night may be long, but the dawn grow nearer Moonlight trace symbol pon the wall, rebel scripture Old drum skin tell tale, every scar paint picture Mama hum hymn in the yard, soft voice healer Grandpa knock staff pon the ground, wise timekeeper Sound system rise from the dust, bassline deeper Crack speaker still shake the sky, truth talk speaker When rain beat zinc roof top, we find shelter Share one pot, one fire, whole yard feel richer Police siren wail in the night, cold pulse splitter Still we hold firm in the vibe, love burn fitter Rasta man chant down fear, stand tall, no quitter [Refrain] Blues inna mi chest but the drum call higher Chant down Babylon, blaze roots fire Chains on we foot but we soul go freer Rasta man hold firm, Jah draw nearer Blues inna di lane but we sing still stronger Night cyan last, light shine longer From zinc fence yard to di hillside choir We turn we pain to a roots rock fire
