Tell all the weakhearts…stay away from my door!
Your running and your running away but you can’t run away from yourself no can’t run away from yourself
Unasema nini Sani?
Zake zimeshika
where is the blackman’s paradise…
that marcus garvey fight for yesterday
and we’re still fighting for today
where is the blackman’s paradise…
that bob marley fight for today
and we’re still figthing for today.
where is the blackman’s paradise…
martin luther king fight for yesterday
and we’re still fighthing for today
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Baldheads, mtoe izo chura zenyu hapa…
Jesus Selassie keepeth my Soul
Rastafarians are peaceful people.
Reggae ni Wimbledon ya upusss
Who is it? Knocking on Rastamans door?
I am busy meditating.
The man that hath no reggae music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of reggae sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; the motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Erebus. let no such (wo)man be trusted. Mark the music. William Shakespeare