Rasta Say My Country.

Rasta Say My Country

   Look here mon
   This, is mine sah
   My earth
   Yeah mon
   Jab gift to I
   My Country
   Best nobody
   Tell I, nothin'
   Otherwise sah;
   That I must
   Speak better
   Parlez Francais
   No accent
   No Creole
   Or Rasta
   I starve

   So hear I
   Hear what I
   Rasta I ah say
   Cussing
   Bleating
   Defiance
   From in the dark
   Urban gutters
   Cosmic
   Alienation sah
   This is my rap
   My poetry
   My language
   My culture
   Reshaped
   By my rhythm
   Consciousness
   One identity
   Hammered on anvils
   Forged in ah the fires
   Of Babylon land
   Branded
   On this tongue
   That spit fury
   And damnation

   Aint goin take
   No oppression
   No downpression
   Babylon man hear
   What I say
   Aint go suffer
   No pain, no more
   Aint go listen
   No kiss meh ass
   Settler man
   Tell Rasta I
   Speak this
   Speak that
   Properly
   "No Creole Sir?"

   Listen to me mon
   This is my land
   Jah gift
   And anybody
   What say
   Otherwise
   Up your

   Know what ah say.... ?