Rastamann

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[Intro – Waterphone, distant African chants] Yeah… From the roots to the sky… Africa inna mi blood. Fire inna mi soul. Rastaman walk free. [Hook] Rastaman, Rastaman, walk through the fire, Ganja smoke rising, higher and higher. No chain on my soul, no king, no liar, Africa calling — we never retire. Rastaman, Rastaman, free like the breeze, Smoke to the heavens underneath the trees. Steel drum calling from across the seas, One love, one blood — we live how we please. [Verse 1 – Rap] Barefoot walking where the red earth glow, Old soul talking and the young ones know. Sun on my skin, got the rhythm down low, Plant from the earth, let the good herb grow. I don’t want gold, I don’t bow to a throne, Freedom in my heart, Africa my home. Smoke curl slow while the night wind blow, Bassline heavy and the whole tribe know. No cage can hold what was born to be free, Roots run deep like an ancient tree. Eyes blood-red but my mind still clear, Peace in my chest, I don’t walk with fear. They build their walls, we build our fire, They sell you dreams, we take you higher. Drum speak truth when the people get tired, Rastaman spirit can never expire. [Pre-Chorus – Chant] Oh Jah… Guide my feet when the road gets long. Oh Jah… Give me strength when the world goes wrong. [Hook] Rastaman, Rastaman, walk through the fire, Ganja smoke rising, higher and higher. No chain on my soul, no king, no liar, Africa calling — we never retire. Rastaman, Rastaman, free like the breeze, Smoke to the heavens underneath the trees. Steel drum calling from across the seas, One love, one blood — we live how we please. [Instrumental – Steel Drum / Waterphone] Oh-ya-ya… Africa… Oh-ya-ya… Freedom… [Verse 2 – Dark Rap] Night come down and the moon burn gold, Stories of the ancestors still get told. Fire keep burning while the world turn cold, Can’t buy freedom and you can’t buy soul. Herb in my hand, got the smoke in my lungs, Truth on my lips and the beat on my tongue. Drums from the motherland calling me home, Even when I’m far, I never walk alone. I hear that waterphone cry in the dark, Like an ancient spirit waking my heart. Steel drum ring and the whole place spark, One little flame make a revolution start. No violence needed, just open your eyes, Too many people living beautiful lies. I choose the earth, I choose the skies, I choose my brothers — together we rise. [Bridge – Deep vocal / tribal response] Lead: Who owns your soul? Chant: NOBODY! Lead: Who makes you free? Chant: ONLY ME! Lead: Where are your roots? Chant: AFRICA! Lead: What do we want? Chant: FREEDOM! [Break – whispered] Smoke… Breathe… Listen to the earth. You hear that? That’s freedom. [Final Hook – Big] RASTAMAN, Rastaman, walk through the fire, Ganja smoke rising, higher and higher. No chain on my soul, no king, no liar, Africa calling — we never retire. Rastaman, Rastaman, free like the breeze, Smoke to the heavens underneath the trees. Steel drum calling from across the seas, One love, one blood — we live how we please. [Outro – African chants / Waterphone] Africa inna mi blood… Freedom inna mi soul… Ganja from the earth… Fire never cold… Rastaman… Walk free. Rastaman… Stay free. Rastaman… Born free.