Fuerte Como Una Roca

They criminalize what grows from the earth
and for any stupidity they offer war
this world and its ideas terrify me
i'm tired, i'm not going to do what they want.

Strong like a rock is rastaman
endures and feels sorry for them, they will have their end
come before there is no turning back
and instead of fighting, i prefer to live in peace.
In Babylon they don't want to see reason hey don't want to find a solution to my legalization problem
i'm under pressure and my weapon is my song
not like you, bad boy, carrying your cannon.
They all compete, for who is the baddest
why don't they value themselves, and shake hands
if they think respect is earned by fighting
well, i earn respect by respecting.
In this lost world i found the way out
looking up and giving thanks to the one who motivates me.
Because he is the one who keeps me company
and has filled me with consciousness and wisdom
and today, today i know i'm in tune
i write poetry to fill empty souls.
Some falling into a bottomless pit, others walking in circles
and meanwhile i hide
because in this world you try to be a good person and you look like a fool
i quickly forget reality and build my base.
I want to hear the Rasta with the bongo
now open up your eyes and stop crying
now just put on your play and
listen to my save your life
with the king of kings Haile Selassie I
And that's how the world i live in is
many are lost, many on the wrong path
earning their salary by illegalizing my sativa
let's see if tomorrow they charge you vat for dying.
Feel all the positive vibes
and through active life he protects me from above.
They go lost, under a system they are
controlled by Babylon but not with rastaman because this one is strong
like a rock is rastaman
endures and feels sorry for them, they will have their end
come before there is no turning back
and stop fighting, start living in peace.