No, Rasta children never born to suffer
No, dem no come ya fi feel no pain
No, Iya pickney dem no born fi suffer
No, dem no come ya fi wear no chain
By the sweat of your brow you shall eat bread
Young man be careful what you put inna your head
If you'd listen to what the prophet said
You woulda know that this time would be dreader than dread
What is sweet to the mouth could be bitter to the belly
Sometimes the grass look to be greener on the other side
If the devil want your soul why would you sell it?
Or would you burn him in the name of Jah Rastafari?
No, Rasta children never born to suffer
No, dem no come ya fi feel no pain
No, Iya pickney dem no born fi suffer
No, dem no come ya fi wear no chain
Like Christ in the wilderness man can be tempted
From the pathway of sin man should be exempted
Man should wake up every morning and give praises
Give praise to the Most High Jah Rastafari
No, Rasta children never born to suffer
No, dem no come ya fi feel no pain
No, Iya pickney dem no born fi suffer
No, dem no come ya fi wear no chain
What is sweet to the mouth could be bitter to the belly
Young man be careful what you put inna your head
If the devil want your soul why would you sell it?
Or would you burn him in the name of Jah Rastafari?
No, Rasta children never born to suffer
No, dem no come ya fi feel no pain
No, Iya pickney dem no born fi suffer
No, dem no come ya fi wear no chain
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