Best Rasta Poems

On an cool Autumn night,
Eerie and full of dread.
...not fear...but locks.

Darkness is embraced by light,
Peace stirs in the midnight wind,
...not a calm...but a gesture of his hand.

Simple and sweet...a mystery hides 
Behind the pleasant mood.
...not a state of mind...but the smile on his face.

With a...

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Rasta Master(For Bob Marley)

Like the lion of Judah ,

Lying on the coast of hope,

With the turban of gold crown,

From the mountain of glory,

His mantle of office adorn.

 

Clad in a regalia of reggae,

To do the regatta acloud again,

The buffalo soldier hosts the banquet.

 

All around...

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I tilt my head back on this chair while listening to Ky-Mani Marley tag team with Protoje as they speak on Rasta Love.
I think about the story of my lyfe, the unknown me that many can not see.
The piece of me that is missing even...

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Rasta ringnride
Hop up; get inside
Travel roun da town
Hear some funky sound
Me bus me pride an joy
Me music don't annoy
Me keep it in me head
Me sings it in me bed.


I travel all roun town
To ferry sick and lame
The people phone,
I pick them up
No other bus the...

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Everyday they watch him 
Descending the stairs
But he doesn't feel uneasy
Despite the offensive stares
His eyes stay red 
But that's the least of his cares
Rasta can't smoke in privacy
Because neighbors don't respect privacy...

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How dare you spit upon his garb! 
This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves, 
When you should have been his Rasta queen 
Your ghastly behaviour drew a scene 
And I- woman just like you 
Hang my head in shame 
As you defile our name....

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REGGIE WHITE SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AT UNIVERSITY MALL THE DAY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PLOTTED TO HAVE ME MURDERED OVER MY POETRY THE KILLERS LAY AWAITING FOR ANDREWS TAHOE TO PULL IN THEY PARKED IN FRONT OF MY DOOR IMAGINE KILLERS HIDING IN A WASHER A...

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Colonial master:
A lot was doing faster
Many stubborn chains able to loosen
Like the vessels whom Christ had chosen.

Colonial master:
Hatefully fought by Rasta
But they were also safeguarding Jamaican rights,
Which sometimes would their sanctity lose
In the darkness of tragic nights
At the hands of The Conquered by booze.

This Great...

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They were not killing the ganja field
They were polluting our land. 
Chemically implementing every thing that grow to feed rastaman
The Prime Minister with his weak invention.
Is no longer able to feed us food without chemical.

Everywhere you go you see.
Rasta selling his weed.
Little does he know....

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