Di Pain of di Rasta Rude Bwoy by Agu Literatti

For too long I an I seen 'em suffer…
mi spirit vexed on mi inside.



Dem Rasta dem are mi breddas…
dem cold blooded fi survive.

Dem dreads represent di rebel lion…

Judah is ‘im tribe.

Oh di sorrow of mi breddas…

dem dreads ca nut hide.

Babylon mek dem sufferers…

a badge of honor fi di wise.

Dem gun toting Rasta rude bwoy soldiers…

dem naa fraid fi kill or die.

Everyday is a struggle,

and di pain grows apace.

Ever sight a Rasta Rude Bwoy shuffle…

him leave nuh, but naa come back a disgrace.