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