Rasta Love

And she didn’t know how to tell him
She was in love with a rasta man
Fire was burnin' and burning
To let out what she was holding in

I know her story before she say it
Daddy just want her cooperate
Find somebody that’s corporate
Suit and tie more appropriate (cha!)
Him say him naa make him daughter stray
But reggae music she start fi play it
Ital food when she salt her plate

Militant yute wah she want fi date
And that is what she need
Marcus garvey she start fi read
Hair stop comb and it start look neat
So him want keep her off the street
From who she with and that be me
More than a natty head is what she see
Ni lovers leap is not for me
And she nuh waa keep it a secret
But she can't tell him who she sleep with

And she didn’t know how to tell him
She was in love with a rasta man
Fire was burnin' and burning
To let out what she was holding in

And she wants to be free
From all this captivity
So she’ll be who she will be
They can't tell her who she need
They can't tell her who she want who she can’t
She talk her owner chant chart her owner
Path and follow her owner heart
Call me over her own apartment

Now as I answer the phone that’s the tone she
Start with, she know say she don’t fi part with
One like I even though so much impart it
So she haffi do her owner thing
Cause she can never live life for them
Knowing that she would look back when
To the time weh she couldn’t explain to him cause then

And she didn’t know how to tell him
She was in love with a rasta man
Fire was burnin' and burning
To let out what she was holding in