Rasta Love

And she didn't know how

To tell him

She was in love with a Rastaman

Fire was burnin', and burnin'

To let out what she was holding in

And she didn't know how

To tell him

She was in love with a Rastaman

Fire was burnin', and burnin'

To let out what she was holding in

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Know her story before she say it

Daddy just want her cooperate

Find somebody that's corporate

Suit and tie more appropriate

Him seh him nah mek him daughter stray

But reggae music she start fi play it

Ital food when she sort her plate

Militant youth weh she waan fi date

And dat is what she need

Marcus Garvey she start fi read

Hair stop comb and it start look neat

So him waan keep her off the street

From who she with

And dat be me

More than a natty head is what she see

No, lovers leap is not for me

And she nuh want keep it a secret

But she can't tell him who she sleep with

She didn't know how

To tell him

She was in love with a Rastaman

Fire was burnin', and burnin'

To let out what she was holding in

And she wants to be free

From all this captivity (cha)

So she'll be who she will be

They can't tell her who she need

They can't tell her who she want

Who she can't, she's have her owna chant

Chart her own-a path

And follow her own-a heart

Call mi over her own apartment

Now as I answer the phone that's the tone she start with

She know seh she know fi part with

One like I, even though so much important

But she haffi do her own-a thing

Cah she cyan never live life for dem

Knowing dat she will look back when

To the time when she couldn't explain to him 'cause then

And she didn't know how

To tell him

She was in love with a Rastaman

Fire was burnin', and burnin'

To let out what she was holding in

And she didn't know how

To tell him

She was in love with a Rastaman

Fire was burnin', and burnin'

To let out what she was holding in