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Hail Rasta brother, hail |
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I see you get out of jail |
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No boss couldn't keep you in |
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'Cause Rasta don't commit sin |
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The Babylon's trying to fight you |
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And in their sin house invite you |
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But Rasta don't hate no one |
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We are the son of a loving man |
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Hail Rasta, brother hail |
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I see you get out of jail |
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No boss couldn't keep you in |
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'Cause Rasta don't commit sin |
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Though Babylon's living in sin |
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Them haffi go shave them chin |
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But Rasta can't commit sin |
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Our Father won't let dem in |
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We got to be clean and pure |
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Or love we cannot endure |
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So give Rasta? |
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Then love you will have for sure |
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Hail Rasta, brother hail |
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I see you get out of jail |
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No boss couldn't keep you in |
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'Cause Rasta don't commit sin |
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Though Babylon's living in sin |
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Them haffi go shave them chin |
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But Rasta can't commit sin |
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Our Father won't let dem in |
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We got to be clean and pure |
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Or love we cannot endure |
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So give Rasta? |
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Then love you will have for sure |
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Hail Rasta, brother hail |
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I see you get out of jail |
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No boss couldn't keep you in |
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'Cause Rasta don't commit sin |
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Hail Rasta, brother hail |
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I see you get out of jail |
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No boss couldn't keep you in |
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'Cause Rasta don't commit sin |
