With a good taste for ganja and weed
Then he’ll feel ‘aerie’ down in his soul
And drag till marijuana takes control
He dresses in his garment of red, yellow and green
And abstains from pork and red meat for they’re unclean
He says weed helps upgrade his senses
But might eventually mix up his tenses
To be a follower of Jah Rastafari
You should have on your head than you can carry
You’re meant to grow your hair into dreadlocks
Until it’s longer than a goalkeeper’s socks
Rastaman doesn’t seek for attention
All he needs is Jah’s love and affection
He refrains from hatred of any kind
And must possess love for all mankind
He has to keep himself from criticisms
Or any form of isms or schisms
For anyone can become a temple for Jah’s glorious essence
As long as he has proved himself worth in his presence
Written by: Ogoluwa Simon Ojewale
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
