Barbershop Songtext - Mike Love

Barbershop - Mike Love

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,
InI 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.
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.

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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.


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