Rootsyman, rootsyman. We are the rootsyman.
We no love no Babylon. We chant them down.
We chant them down. Seein' right from wrong
You know it deep in a your head. Feel it deep in
a your soul. Jah's wisdom is better than silver
and gold. From valley to the sea, appreciation naturally,
Fire burn blootclaat Babylon high society.
We see how all the children can't go outside and play.
Society replacing unity for more pay, this 9 to 5 livin,
every man for himself. What happened to we all share the wealth?
Carry on rootsman push on further. Don't let the
system hold you down. Whether the countryside,
or in the village life or if you strugglin' in the town.
Kanaka man know this, kanaka man know that
but he no know bout Babylon. Fishin' from the
sea getting the fruit from the tree. All the c**ture
standin strong.
Representin' Island pride, spread the love Pacific
wide. Never judge a book by the cover, look
deep inside. The time moves so fast, will the old
traditions last, come together, do it now, not a
blast from the past. I wonder why some island
people don't keep the roots. They stompin all
around the city in them fancy boots. I see it everyday,
it never happened to me. The roots are the true history.
We no love no Babylon. We chant them down.
We chant them down. Seein' right from wrong
You know it deep in a your head. Feel it deep in
a your soul. Jah's wisdom is better than silver
and gold. From valley to the sea, appreciation naturally,
Fire burn blootclaat Babylon high society.
We see how all the children can't go outside and play.
Society replacing unity for more pay, this 9 to 5 livin,
every man for himself. What happened to we all share the wealth?
Carry on rootsman push on further. Don't let the
system hold you down. Whether the countryside,
or in the village life or if you strugglin' in the town.
Kanaka man know this, kanaka man know that
but he no know bout Babylon. Fishin' from the
sea getting the fruit from the tree. All the c**ture
standin strong.
Representin' Island pride, spread the love Pacific
wide. Never judge a book by the cover, look
deep inside. The time moves so fast, will the old
traditions last, come together, do it now, not a
blast from the past. I wonder why some island
people don't keep the roots. They stompin all
around the city in them fancy boots. I see it everyday,
it never happened to me. The roots are the true history.