I man a rastaman, I man show love towards ones and ones. I man like fi smoke up mi herb. Yes man di herb. The food of wisdom. I and I don’t teef no one but dem still fight I man. I and I try to do the best we can towards one and one but dem still fight I man. I and I strive to be free from Babylon mentality cause too much bad things a gwarn. Babylon man comes down the street. See a rastaman, he him sey ‘rasta bwoy stop deh, where is the ganja you got deh, let mi see inna the bag’. Him look, him look and him look but he couldn’t find not a thing. A true him nu know, mi smoke up mi herb before mi mek a tracks. The herb keep me intact, me deh pon the righteous track. I and I can’t turn back.
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