Matisyahu - Buffalo Soldier |
Buffalo Soldier
Matisyahu Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Don't judge a book by the cover Every single being in this world is your brother When I look upon the page and uncover Ancient words that teach me to love ya So we burn to return to the mother And we yearn to unlearn all they told you, about yourself Who you are, what you should be I'm gonna be free, leave it up to me Raise your glass to the sky, look out through the night Feel alright The stars burn bright, highlight the moonlight Be alright Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Bass is the medicine I'm out a bedouin The knife I'm burying This life I'm treasuring I went running away to the cave Went in a slave and came out all flames I went running away for the hills Back to my roots and I'm running still But now I'm running to face my dreams Find my place and what it means To find yourself and no one else You have to leave it up to me Leave it up to me Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Bass is the medicine I'm out a bedouin The knife I'm burying This life I'm treasuring (Shyne) Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta I used to be a mobster Burning down the block bra I shot the sheriff, the DA, and the deputy Sorry Al Sharpton, I don't need you to lecture me Maybe I'll stop talking about guns When you talk about the funds that they cut for the youth Just cut to the truth Ain't enough for the youth So tell me how you judge me till you stuck in these shoes Where the congressman, where are the senators We think about that green, not the color of the president Race is just irrelevant survival is the sentiment Narcotics is the only way you know I'm gonna measure it They say that we are in a post-obama era Well exactly what that means; you need to make it clearer Does it mean that the rich gonna finally start to share a Greater a portion of a wealth and make things fairer Asking God why the poor people suffer But I'm such a hypocrite in Rolls Royce mufflers In the gulles, nobody never loved us I am just a result of pain and hunger Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Buffalo soldier No I'm not a Rasta Used to be a mobster Burning up the block bra Bass is the medicine I'm out a bedouin The knife I'm burying This life I'm treasuring |