Rasta at Heart

I'm a Rasta at heart you know. It grows within a love that seems to ever glow.

 

Roots hold us down for we Rasta's don't fool around.

 

The harder we come the harder we fall.

 

But sharing JAH heart is solemnly our call.

 

We're warriors unto peace. Friends unto trust. And family to all.

 

You see I found truth upon a tree. Given I meditation up to the

 

almighty.

 

Don't you see the beauty alongside the irony?

 

JAHs chosen people are the most high who has given it to his glory.

 

I n I recognize the sadness that resides in a lost story.

 

They didn't just crucify his son but they crucified his tree.

 

Mother Mary somehow kept them calm upon her loving grace.

 

A righteousful purpose of remembrance served back on a towel he left

 

us his face.

 

JAH Christ was always his essence. For JAH search in I was always

 

amongst the presence.

 

You see I Rasta is pure bliss and beauty. Suppress to all temptation and start to feel free.

 

Give into One Love the motto of the way. An ideal that had a set path that led from Yahweh.

I owe my life unto your teaching and root living.

It saved me from addiction, suicide and life full of missing.
 

Africa is JAH homeland. A cipher we can begin to pick and understand.

 

The heart is shown upon a tear. I n I sets the heart and eyes away from all fear.

 

I hold unto passion to rid all misconception.

 

Soul driven purpose in yearning of search of righteousful intellection.

 

Recognition of Babylon is beginning of knowledge and will.

 

Responsibility of the people we must free ourselves of mental slavery and not kill.

 

The yellow signifies his light upon word as the red his passion. While the green that smokes away all

sword of pathetic fashion.

I have isolated many to start to feel plenty.

I yearn redemption on JAH love that made me feel many.

Man JAH JAH I'm down to my wits end.

Missing her so much looking back she was my bestest friend.

I ask for forgiveness of my sins and old ill ways.

But please look into this heart and feel JAH haze.

I'm locked down but understand it is not out of guilt.

I'm learning how to grow and let the flower not wilt.

Please guide and protect and lead me out of astray.

I'm ready for responsibility to be a man please empower me today.

JAH JAH I sit in this cell wanting to cry over this love.

But I'd rather feel yours and be directed from above.

I know I'm different and I feel your righteous reason.

But why am I here again I have not committed myself unto treason?

To make myself stronger you seem to say.

A love is still marry but its yourself your bound to repay.

Funny I know she's Rasta at heart and it begins to make me wonder.

Are the roots in JAH way allowing to distill all this ponder?

Wishing I could treat her like princess crowned queen.

I was to overcome my own evils that took away that mean.

A smile speaks a thousand words that seem to say.

But tonight it is a thousand feelings I've lost and hope to find again someday.

A heartful of joy is actually what I needed to find.

But something was infiltrating what was really at mind.

It was finding you JAH and what was in store.

But you know I recognize my partner in crime and what I feel to explore.

Rastafari is a cape to all evil we know to pick out.

JAH way puts peace unto hearts without doubt.

Indubian we justly are to perpetuate grace.

Corporation has struck spirit and infiltrated faith.

But through evolution should roots keep the trace.

Lines drawn that this way holds the world at safe pace.

A songful redemption that man respects land.

Give praise and love for what JAH gave unto hand.

For JAH psalm is a puzzle to begin to enlighten.

A way to work for I but sill be able to guide them.

For JAH is a loving God who plays them all.

But only in peaceful fashion to make every man and woman feel tall.

Rasta may it be. Rasta may it see. Rasta JAH conquer them all unto a sweeter friendly.