A consciousness drive!
A Rasta man rants and an Indian man chants.
True feelings locked in one's self and a board away from the broader way,
Rasta man rants, I feel it, I feel it in my soul.
Deep and depths, life and death,
Thinking, thinking, what to do?
Where did it end or better yet, where did it begin
Rasta man rants while the Indian man chants
Brothers, lovers, strangers, friends
True to we-self and no one else,
Unity in colour, freedom from race,
Brothers, lovers, strangers then friends.
So when they come to us with talk of discord, though some may exist,
it isn't in all of us.
For we are brothers, lovers, strangers that became friends.
So while this Rasta man rants and the Indian man chants let the drummers, drum and the dancers dance,
dance that dance of real unity
As the Ganges meets the Nile!
