A Rastafari I prefer

A Rastafari I prefer I no response who like it 
Or who like it not,
 I nah look out of I self
So the preacher can gwaan chat
On Mama Africa I could a never turn I back
Haile Selassie a the first the trinity done show I that
No confusion I see it clear
The food them eating, destroying them brain
No offer I no meat, with you vegetable I will share
I no eat nothing with eye teeth or tongue my dear
To some people Rastafari might seems strange, because we bun comb scissors and we no shave
We A teach the youths them what them need fi hear
Dutty babylong try no come near
Why should I believe what they teach
When they do not even practice what they preach
A nuff youth a sleep on cool concrete, yet still collection plate full every week
I speak of what I see what they teach is of no reality
They are all based on lies and ignorancy.

                                                                                                          Done by: Binta.