The Rastaman

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Oh sing your song of redemption

And cast a spell with your sound

Soulful groove rocking steady

The very heartbeat of Trench town

Natty Dread, the prophet, the orator 

We will never get enough

 Emancipating all the people 

 with your message of love

Generations will embrace the music

 centuries after your flight

Inspiration expressed deeply

manifesting spiritual light

With your sun shining brightly

 beyond the finite world

 I gift of heavenly proportion 

To this earth miraculously hurled

Like a meteorite from space
made of nickel iron
Roaring through the wind, like the majesty of a lion

Positive vibrations
creating
a glorious, mystical, sound

Honoring the one and only

I
the
Rastaman

T.C

Iam Tim Clark All rights reserved c 2017