Black Rasta

Blacka rasta wear no dreadlocks

Walking amid the sawmill road blocks

But they plant a seed of carribbean weed

In the slits of the babylon timeclocks

No sawdust on sawmill road

Just a bus shipping off a heavy load

Of working people bound for the factory

That gobbles their mind and energy

My papa is chained to the machine

Working the night shift till the break of day

My sistren is a slave in the canteen

She can hardly sustain herself on her pay

Blacka rasta i sing of thee

I and i will go fight for our right to be

Unite unite, rebel rebel

Over younder rise the fumes of hell

In a tenement yard on sawmill road

Freedom is contrary to the penalty code

Officers are prying anywhere you go

We've got their number but we won't let it show

Blacka rasta hear my song

Some day and it won't be long

We'll reap what we sowed and right the wrong

We go in cahoots and the weak will be strong

Blacka rasta vibration

Across the heaps of humiliation

Keep your flame of rebellion burning

Babylon is overturning