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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.
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Rebel Chant by Asafo Weedamiah Babylon must honor I demands for they are more than reasonable I demand EQUAL RIGHTS AND JUSTICE or you can brand I a rebel Why dem waan end Afrikan's joy, too long I black mother miserable Working sun up to sun down, yet things barely manageable Da boss on vacation every other month, dem much more dan comfortable Dem waan I n I stop chant nyahbhinghi, but da fyah is irreprisible & Wi a trod one a way, so dem caan buy wi out, I n I incorruptible Immanuel da 7th adonai seh low da dead meat, so I n I only eat igetable I burn beth and da pope cuz dem disreputable I burn da pastor in da church, his doctrine nuh credible, nor palatable I n I burn dem souless scientist, cuz dem advancements are questionable I n I tell dem a just Life and Love, da rest nuh really valuable I hail da black Mosiah Garvey as da Rt. Honored Rebel As we dust out bablyon inna da streets or pon bass and treble Dem a try conquer I, but Black lion of afrika is unconquerable Cuz I n I a hail Emeperor Haile Selassie I da first as the most venerable The Power Over
by JaySmilez The poor starves while the rich puts food to waste, educated fools being put forward to educate. We suffer not only by our physical needs but by the things we feed our brains with, believing lies and seeing the truth for myths. The intelligence of mankind serves its purpose, the ones in power however use it to brainwash our people and do all that is in their spirit to hurt us. We complain yet we refuse to use our minds and intelligence to see through what these people repeatedly do, enslaving our minds believing that everything they say about us is true. We spend time arguing about the same things all the time, not paying attention to how they are building their weapons to wipe us out one at a time, indoctrinating our minds. We keep forgetting that it is us that gives them the power to manipulate, giving them the upper hand creating much hate.. among ourselves,turning us against each other, we fight killing off our own sisters and brothers. With no knowledge of our history we flatter like fishes out of sea, believing everything that we see. We become immune to the enslavement and mind control, not remembering our own individual role.. to society we lose our purpose which result in us following the footsteps of others, who leads us to think that living life should be a competition, we get less involved in making our own decisions. We become obsessed with working hard to make the dreams of those others come through, believing them when they say that its in the best interest of you. Thinking that we will fail everytime it is that we try, intimidated by what they might threaten to do we miss out on opportunities then say we're shy. It only takes one to make a change... "Mystical Love"
by Sista Dangeras Unrequited Love burns a hole... in your heart & soul Leaving scars so deep,, they will never heal The intensity of feelings.... Is too much to bear Leaving one breathless & full of despair To leave one behind is such profound sadness,,,, The tears flow like rain,, never to cease again Always there,,, hidden at times Rising to the surface To share with the Oceans of lost & broken souls Never to return to that secret place.... of Mystical LOVE Once Wasn't Enough by JaySmilez I won't make the same mistake again, constantly telling myself that it will work out, sadness must be my friend. I allow myself to believe so much that it became a religion, experiences so heartbreaking I never once visioned. When I look back it is as if for those moments I was thrown out into space, reminiscing on those feelings I never imagine myself in such place. Giving so much but gets nothing back in return, but still I continue to give having no concern, about setting boundaries or limits, but what does having a heart permits? Is it inhumane to give your all when you give? Its like giving me life and telling me not to live. I forget all conditions, compromising for me was always a must, without timing myself I continue to pour my trust. Dismissing all selfishness and thinking about the we and us. Here it comes again without no warning,no break, how much really can this heart of mine take? Not remembering about what happened before I greet the next with a fresh mind, should I have given myself some more time? Trying that never made much of a difference, it slapped me in the face once again, love dont love me and neither is it my friend. The urges and the pain drove me deeper totally disconnecting me from myself, thinking that time will heal I ran right into someone else. Yearning for that feeling to belong, sadness became so automatic losing the whole essence of being strong. I lost my identity,didn't know who I was anymore, all this time I never once considered this before. Stuck in my imagination, lost my way, my seemingly happiest moments consistently left me in dismay. I still haven't given up and I will not let this stop me from loving, from trusting or taking risk,from learning and giving, pain will not stop me from living. The essence of life is experiencing both good and bad, creating good memories while erasing the sad ones I had. Once wasn't enough but I still continue to try, and if you were to ask me now I'd tell you that he is the guy. Warriess Rising
by Warrior Sistren From the hills, and the valleys comes the warriess, Rising like the sun, and shining. Her steps steady, nappy hair glistening in the light, And in the swing of her hips, A surety of all that’s right. I am this wombman, In this time, for this moment, In my presence, love so potent. My gold within shines beautifully, For all to see, Truly manifesting all I can be. Everything I’ve gained is a just reward, I could not choose to be a coward. My Life, I savour, Over and Over, Giving Thanks for Life’s Strength, Love and its power. Every moment I have is divine, To create all I can imagine and design. I value my experiences for all their worth, My golden life, with its golden moments, in this earth. I am the warriess, I am part of all things, As all things exist in me, Take the same look inside yourself, And you will see. Let the truth that surfaces sink all the way in, As you ponder your very great beginning, Listen to your heart, No time to false start. Stand firmly in self love, and affirmation. Let your dreams come to fruition. Utilize your intuition. Your inner voice speaks, are you listening? You are oneness, with everything, Life and the powers of creation are here There is absolutely NOTHING to fear. Acknowledge your uniqueness. Embrace yourself and you find no weakness. I am strong, This is my warriess song. Let the Warrior and Warriess Nation Arise Babylon will surely capsize. As this Warrior Nation must rise, will rise…. SHOW LOVE
by Asafo Weedamiah It nuh tek nothing to show love It nuh tek nothing, nothing, not a single thing It nuh tek nothing to put a smile pon yuh face It nuh tek nothing, nothing, not a single penny It nuh tek nothing for u to give thankhs fi life (a weh u think i man a smile bout?) It nuh tek nothing u to thankh the life giver for the breath inna you lungs and the food in your mouth It nuh tek nothing, nothing, not a single thing It nuh tek nothing to hail yuh bredda and sistah as yuh pass them on da street It nuh tek nothing fi da people unite, time and time again fi music dem dweet It nuh tek nothing to respect your elders, youths learn from them and be wise It nuh tek nothing fi da elders to listen to the youths, some think them too big fi tek advice But it nuh tek nothing, nothing, not a single troupance It nuh tek nothing fi man and woman to show each other respect It nuh tek nothing fi remember man is man, woman is woman some act as if them forget But think what it takes to envy and grudge Caan sleep at night because yuh have no love Wasting time and money a try get even when love dun have u ahead Foolish mankind, so easily mislead LIFE IS ALL THAT U HAVE, SO LIVE Fear nothing or no one, and when you have give No matter how much a person have they still want moreoczi BUT REMEMBER SEH No matter how little u think u have u could still have less It nuh tek nothing to give thankhs, nothing, nothing, not a single thing. So I n I do give thankhs fi all I blessings, And i man pray fi strength so I man can help others It nuh tek nothing to show love It nuh tek nutten to show love It nuh tek nutten fi show love Nuh tek nutten, show love Mossiah the Black Shepard by Asafo Weedamiah Mosiah Garvey is I 'n I Black Shepard, He taught I Afrikan Self Reliance so i will no longer want He maketh I overstand that Afrika is for Afrikans both Home and abroad He leadeth I to organize or join an organization His Black Philosophies and Opinions restoreth I soul He leadeth I along the path of Afrikan Redemption for Our Nationhood sake Yea, though I 'n I trod through these institutions of white supremacy, I shall neither bow nor submit Cause I 'n I ankhcestors are with I 'n I, in the storm and the whirlwind to protect I 'n I He prepared a refuge for i in the midst of our enemies he anointed us with Black dignity and self confidence I love for I Afrikan peoples and Kulcha overflows Surely his teachings of Pan Afrikan living shall follow I all the days of my life and as I dwell i shall Honor your name Oh I Divine Honored-Rebel, Marcus Mosiah Garvey for ivah and ivah and ivah Selah See I JAH RASTAFARI 
MARCUS MOSIAH GARVEY by Asafo Weedamiah
The Sayings
by JaySmilez Alle’ Mon The race is not for the swift but for the ones who can endure, Live today as if it’s your last for nothing in this yah life nuh sure. Who feels it knows it, seek and you will find, And by that it doesn’t mean it is okay for you to try and confiscate mine. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, Two wrongs don’t make a right, nothing nuh deh deh suh fi pursue. No man is an island, no man stand alone. True wealth isn’t based on vanity or the things you claim you own. If Knowledge is key, them say education woulda free, This whole system a trick we, dung to the blind can see. The bible say by the sweat of your brow a man shall eat, Wherever a man lays his bed that’s where he shall sleep. Patience is a virtue, them say good things comes to those who wait, Don’t misinterpret the thing and solely depend on the powers of faith. You have to put in fi get out, hard work is the key to success, Moves affi mek, nuh care how you bless. Do good and good will follow you, Actions and words spoken anuh nothing weh yuh can undo. Opportunity comes once in a lifetime, You have to put yourself out there fi see it, Don’t just dream it, be it. Make hay while the sun shines, Do positive things to uplift yourself, keep the energy up to elevate mankind. Dem say when trouble tek yuh pickney shut fit yuh, Know what you are about and nuh mek nuhbadi trick yuh. Humble calf suck di most milk, But do nuh mek nuhbadi programme you how fi think. Knowledge is power, wisdom is key, And with that being said, I think we all can agree. MAAFA By Asafo Weedamiah Sometimes I feel the whip across I n I forefathers back Skin discolored red, white, & blue/purple with festering sores Where they were once perfect black Though they shackled his blak body, they could never break his mind He bore the pain by reminiscing of I kingland of ancient time And how he vowed in his blak heart that someday he will, NO MUST return To the land of I n I people who faces they say look sunburn And as he prayed to the God of his ancestors, to deliver all of his children From the hands of these wicked, evil, cruel, and barbaric white men And as he asked his JAH, to return the not yet born Afrikan child To once again play from the heart of the Congo all the way to the banks of the river nile As he tried to forget how his lover, his sister, even his very mother had been defiled Gaining comfort from the knowledge that everything is but for a while… So, he trained his mind, to black out all pain Choosing to be called insensitive rather than go insane His blak body scarred by the weight of their whips, their shackles, and chains Of the 13 blak children he fathered, now look only 3 remain 2 of them were hung, from that great big oak tree 3 of them died, before the tender age of three 4 were sold, 2 of which, were taken far across the sea 1 of them ran away Cause in his blak heart He “yearned to be free” And how I great-grandfather taught, those children that still remained Of the place Itiopia/Afrika from whence we all came Still not all listened, when I n I great-grandfather spoke I guess to them being Black Kings and Black Queens sounded like a joke 1 of them listened and this knowledge I did acquire The Knowledge of I Blak self, I Blak JAH, I Blak King, and I Blak Afrikan Empire |
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