Rebel music (Bob Marley & The Wailers )

I, rebel music I, rebel music Why can't we roam this open country? Oh, why can't we be what we want to be? We want to be free Three o'clock roadblock, curfew And I've got to throw away Yes, I've got to throw away Yes, I've got to throw away My little herb stalk I, rebel music I, rebel music Take my soul and cuss me out Check my life if I am in doubt Three o'clock, roadblock And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no (What you say down there?) Ain't got no birth certificate on me now I, rebel music I, rebel music Take my soul and cuss me out Check my life if I am in doubt Three o'clock, roadblock And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no (What you say down there?) Ain't got no birth certificate on me now