[Intro]
A big question posed to me daily on the street
Many want to know the reason why I am a Rasta man

Many people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man?
Many people see I, many people ask why am I a Rasta man?
But it is because of the Babylon and the situation
It's because of the Babylon and the situation

When I was a boy about eight years old
There was a certain Rasta man
And he love all the children
And he treated us like a man
Even the little children that no one cares for
He called up everyone
And he gave us fruit and treated everyone with a special love

Many people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man?
But he taught I the love, to give to everyone
Many people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man?
There is no better way to express my love to each and every one

One Saturday morning
A special thing happened to this man
Here come Mystery Babylon
To take away the Rasta man
So they root up him herb
And them eat up him fruit
And throw it in a van
And straight after that for three long years
I never see the Rasta man
They took him to general penitentiary
And then send him back as a baldhead man
But that could not change him his mind was not in prison
Was only his body man

Many people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man?
No matter what the battle be I still have Jah in my hand
Many people see I, many people ask I why am I a Rasta man?
How sweet the name of Jah Jah sound to every righteous Rasta man

And the same old Rasta man
Told me pounds, shillings and pence
Would come out of circulation
And we would use the truth bud, man
And I have seen, seven years after that
It was no use man
Donkey, horses and cows keep on troddin' upon here penny man

Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man?
I'm here to prove and to testify about prophecy
Everyone who see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man?
John the Baptist, Marcus Garvey and Christ, they was a Rasta man

Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man?
I vowed the vow of a Nazarite and I can't be no otherwise man
Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man?
I love my brothers and I sisters and I can not give up at all man
Brother Brown, brother Chris, brother Tom, brother Stanley man
I use to hear them beat the drum and sing
Way in the forest land

Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man?
I love the beat of the Nyahbinghi that calls up creation
Everyone see I, everyone ask I why am I a Rasta man?
The truth is offence, it's not a sin
You coulda small like a pill