I would never give my money to a barbershop
I grow my lion’s mane according to the will of jah
Cause I’m a natty dreadlock
I and I am a rasta
I’m a natty dreadlock

I man will grow my roots until they reach the ground
As a symbol of the love for jah that I n I have found
So that everwhere I go all of my people know
They’re not fighting alone
They’re not fighting alone
Cause when the wicked man sees I n I crown
He sees a tree he could never ever cut down
And when he hears our righteous and iternal sound
He goes back underground

But I say to the wicked man
When will you change your evil ways
Lord I say, to the baldhead man
When will you learn to stop your fuss
And fight and live up in the truth and right
And join up with your brotherman and say

I would never give my money to a barbershop
I grow my lion’s mane according to the will of jah
Cause I’m a natty dreadlock
I and I am a rasta
I’m a natty dreadlock
I knew a man who walked the streets in a suit and tie
With fear down in his heart and in his lowered eyes

He gave up love for the pursuit of money
Sucking blood instead of drinking milk and honey
Working for the blackhearted establishment
Furthering the murdering of the innocent
He built an empire out of the blood of man
And turned his back on the father’s hands

But he never realized his compromise until he reached the gates of zion
Never tried to purify his heart until the judgement day
Now he sits in darkness and his memories they burn him up like fire
Waiting for the cool water of the father to wash them away
So go ahead and give all the barberman
And the clothes companies your hard earned cash money
But I man no deal with vanity cause it keeps humanity from living free
Strictly roots and culture is all I need to achieve heartical livity
So keep your clippers from my head cause I’m a dready natural natty

I would never give my money to a barbershop
I grow my lion’s mane according to the will of jah
Cause I’m a natty dreadlock
I and I am a rasta
I’m a natty dreadlock