Rasta Love Feat. Ky-Mani Marley

And she didn't know how
 To tell him
 She was in love with a Rastaman
 Fire was burnin', and burnin'
 To let out what she was holding in
 And she didn't know how
 To tell him
 She was in love with a Rastaman
 Fire was burnin', and burnin'
 To let out what she was holding in
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Know her story before she say it
 Daddy just want her cooperate
 Find somebody that's corporate
 Suit and tie more appropriate
 Him seh him nah mek him daughter stray
 But reggae music she start fi play it
 Ital food when she sort her plate
 Militant youth weh she waan fi date
 And dat is what she need
 Marcus Garvey she start fi read
 Hair stop comb and it start look neat
 So him waan keep her off the street
 From who she with
 And dat be me
 More than a natty head is what she see
 No, lovers leap is not for me
 And she nuh want keep it a secret
 But she can't tell him who she sleep with
 She didn't know how
 To tell him
 She was in love with a Rastaman
 Fire was burnin', and burnin'
 To let out what she was holding in
 And she wants to be free
 From all this captivity (cha)
 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's have her owna chant
 Chart her own-a path
 And follow her own-a heart
 Call mi over her own apartment
 Now as I answer the phone that's the tone she start with
 She know seh she know fi part with
 One like I, even though so much important
 But she haffi do her own-a thing
 Cah she cyan never live life for dem
 Knowing dat she will look back when
 To the time when she couldn't explain to him 'cause then
 And she didn't know how
 To tell him
 She was in love with a Rastaman
 Fire was burnin', and burnin'
 To let out what she was holding in
 And she didn't know how
 To tell him
 She was in love with a Rastaman
 Fire was burnin', and burnin'
 To let out what she was holding in