| Deeper, Rasta should be deeper
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| You must care about the people
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| Deeper, Rasta should be deeper
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| I’m my brothers keeper
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| Deeper, Rasta should be deeper
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| Got to wear Khaki and turban everyday
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| It’s more than the turban, more than the robe and more
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| Then the natty hair
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| It’s much, much more than to say Selassie Marcus I
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| Me no do this fi image, me no mimic me na do this fi
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| Fame
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| Go and tell them Kelly him na do this material game
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| Never call them self Rasta they should be ashamed
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| Call king Selassie name in vain tell them it’s no game
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| Dem a wolf, dem a wolf so mi si dem spiraling down
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| Kelly a rock of Gibraltar standing firm on solid ground
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| Ever so humble mi na groumble mi so satisfied
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| With the little gift that Jah-Jah give to I&I
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| Heights, green and gold Jah in control
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| Promised land is there for I, beauty behold
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| So Rasta don’t you differ, stand firm and don’t you
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| Quiver
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| King Sellasie I almighty will deliver
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| Touch not along the night and don’t you defy
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| And your work must be pure in Jah-Jahs eyes
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| You see di elders dem said it must be turning I’m dem
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| Grave
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| Just to see how dem a younger Ras behave
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| Jah will shout til dem deaf who do most is left
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| Remember I said the road to zion is one way
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| Some live in a glass house and still throwing stones
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| All dem boys and liars Rasta broke it down
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| As long as the king sit upon the throne Rastaman is
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| Never on his own |