Blacka Rasta Lyrics

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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

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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

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