Rastaman Vibration
Rastaman vibrations tell
History spun upon its head
Anancy web roping Gretel
No more witches, all name calling dead
Rastaman vibrations shaking earth
And phony customs, soldiers looking like buffalos
Mystic Maus Maus from birth
Nazarites without halos.
Rastaman vibrations shaking off the blues
Of freedom fighters, burning
Sensimalia so we can walk the cold without shoes
Don't judge the dreadlocks in your yearning
His eyes are red because of tears
For history that he has shed
Times when his security was violated, fears
Of the Palace and its living dead
They chained us and framed him, beat
On his Marooned consciousness
Incessant waves at the concrete feet
Of chanelled bitterness
Rastaman vibration, understand
It's natural when experience teaches the man
He will not be blown away like sand
From the sacred commission of a plan.
Rastaman vibration, you outside the circle
Will see, hear, but never understand
But I have swam with the turtle,
Patient, beautiful, wise, oldest in the land.
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