歌：Des'ree
作詞：Michale Graves, Des'ree
作曲：Michale Graves, Des'ree
発売：2009-09-19 16:04:35
Tafari tries to get a job,
ten letters behind his name.
Born up in the cornfields,
Tafari doesn't know the game.
The game has no respect for life,
even less for rules. Winners only need apply
sorry no room for fools.
Tafari, looks up to the stars and
wonders if there's life on Mars,
Some say, he should shave his head,
but he's proud to be a dread.
'Cos I'll be better, I'll be stronger.
For the truth, I know takes longer.
I've the cunning of the tiger and the
wisdom of the trees,
I won't be sad, refuse the sorrow.
I look forward to tomorrow.
I'll release my anger,
'cos I'm proud to be a dread.
Selassie, tries to find a home,
to rest his weary head.
A place where he can take his girl,
to share his spiritual bed.
When he's greeted at the door,
the sign has changsd its tune.
Though his Queen is full of child, sorry,
there's no room.
Selassie looks up to the clouds,
he curses hard and shouts out loud.
Remembering his father's words,
a whisper from the dead.
'Cos I'll be better, I'll be stronger.
For the truth, I know takes longer.
I've the cunning of the tiger and the
wisdom of the trees.
I won't be sad, refuse the sorrow.
I look forward to tomorrow. I'll release
my anger, 'cos I'm proud to be a dread.
'Cos in this life, you have to
take a chance, Or why else live at all.
'Cos in this life, to climb a mountain,
Sometimes expect to fall.
'Cos in this life nothing comes easy,
If it does, it has a price,
'Cos in this life a martyr suffers,
Look at Jesus Christ.