The Rasta Years

As the wind blows thru my dreadlocksCaressing my Jamaican faceDe-ja vu feelings take me backTo a distant time and place To a time of RastafariAnd Iya-binghi chantsA time of ital livingBefore my heart transplant Before I fled to BabylonTo chase an American dreamBefore I lost my passionMy youth and self-esteem Back then I was a […]