Tafari tries to get a job
Ten letters behind his name
Born up in the cornfields
Tafari doesn't the game
The game has not respect for life
Even less for rules Winners only need apply,
Sorry no rooms 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

Chorus:
'cos 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 changed his tune
Though his Queen is full of child, sorry
There's no room
Selassie looks up to the clouds,
He curses hard and shouts of out loud
Remembering his father's words,
A whisper from the dead

Chorus

'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