Rasta Love

Rasta Love

Rasta Love

And she didn’t know how to tell himAnd she didn’t know how to tell him
She was in love with a rasta manShe was in love with a rasta man
Fire was burnin' and burningFire was burnin' and burning
To let out what she was holding inTo let out what she was holding in

I know her story before she says itI know her story before she say it
Daddy just wants her to cooperateDaddy just want her cooperate
Find somebody that’s corporateFind somebody that’s corporate
Suit and tie more appropriate (yeah!)Suit and tie more appropriate (cha!)
He says he won’t let his daughter strayHim say him naa make him daughter stray
But reggae music she starts to playBut reggae music she start fi play it
Ital food when she salts her plateItal food when she salt her plate

Militant dude is who she wants to dateMilitant yute wah she want fi date
And that is what she needsAnd that is what she need
Marcus Garvey she starts to readMarcus garvey she start fi read
Hair stops getting combed, it starts to look neatHair stop comb and it start look neat
So he wants to keep her off the streetSo him want keep her off the street
From who she’s with, and that’s meFrom who she with and that be me
More than a dreadhead is what she seesMore than a natty head is what she see
Ni lovers leap is not for meNi lovers leap is not for me
And she doesn’t want to keep it a secretAnd she nuh waa keep it a secret
But she can't tell him who she sleeps withBut she can't tell him who she sleep with

And she didn’t know how to tell himAnd she didn’t know how to tell him
She was in love with a rasta manShe was in love with a rasta man
Fire was burnin' and burningFire was burnin' and burning
To let out what she was holding inTo let out what she was holding in

And she wants to be freeAnd she wants to be free
From all this captivityFrom all this captivity
So she’ll be who she will beSo she’ll be who she will be
They can't tell her who she needsThey can't tell her who she need
They can't tell her who she wants, who she can’tThey can't tell her who she want who she can’t
She talks her own chant, charts her ownShe talk her owner chant chart her owner
Path and follows her own heartPath and follow her owner heart
Calls me over to her own apartmentCall me over her own apartment

Now as I answer the phone, that’s the tone sheNow as I answer the phone that’s the tone she
Starts with, she knows she shouldn’t part withStart with, she know say she don’t fi part with
One like me even though so much is sharedOne like I even though so much impart it
So she has to do her own thingSo she haffi do her owner thing
'Cause she can never live life for themCause she can never live life for them
Knowing that she would look back whenKnowing that she would look back when
To the time when she couldn’t explain to him, 'cause thenTo the time weh she couldn’t explain to him cause then

And she didn’t know how to tell himAnd she didn’t know how to tell him
She was in love with a rasta manShe was in love with a rasta man
Fire was burnin' and burningFire was burnin' and burning
To let out what she was holding inTo let out what she was holding in