Black Rasta (Baah Kalle)

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