Jamaica's Rasta Pulse

In the hills of Jamaica, late sixties Fire burning, birthing a melody Sweet flick, carry me home Rhythms of rebellion in your spiritual tone One drop stacking guitar, echo in the night Social justice calling on the moonlight bright Relax in your arms, feel the iry flow Jagga the bassline, let the good vibes grow Jagga the bassline, let the good vibes grow Prominent bass calling, like a lion's roar Drums dancing free, open heaven's door Horns wail the truth, about the poor and the fight Spirituality whispering through the dark delight From trenched down streets to the world far and wide Rastafarian wisdom in every stride Oh reggae, sweet reggae, carry me home Rhythms of rebellion in your spiritual tone One drop stacking guitar, echo in the night Social justice calling on the moonlight bright Relax in your arms, feel the iry flow Jagga the bassline, let the good vibes grow Jagga the bassline, let the good vibes grow In the reverb echoes, delay stretch the soul Uplifting the weary, remaking broken hearts Hold no more oppression, in this positive sway Caribbean heartbeat, lighting the way From roots to the future, your message endures Reggae forever, pure and secure Hold your bubble soft, like a river running true Guitar chops the air, cutting through the blue Themes of peace and love, in a rebellious call Relaxations embrace, lifting one hand on Tied to the culture, Rastafari's flame Jamaica's gift to the world, eternal in name Oh reggae, sweet reggae, carry me home Rhythms of rebellion in your spiritual tone One drop stacking guitar, echo in the night Social justice calling on the moonlight bright Relax in your arms, feel the iry flow Jagga the bassline, let the good vibes grow Yeah, reggae, iry vibes, shine love, forever flow Thanks for watching!