I am BlackFire. I like how Bob Marley say, “Mon nah become Rasta Mon born Rasta!” Then again he sing “Haile Sellassie is the chapel he’s the only King of Kings…” Then Peter Tosh The Bush Doctor say “Jah Rastafari Almighty” an again Tosh sing “…the rich man’s wealth is in the city….the poor mans wealth is in a “wholly… Holy” place.
When a Stars light that has been shining from ever since finally reaches earth and man see it can man say that the light just start shining. No… man say the light just reach earth. The spirit didn’t wake up when man woke up the spirit woke man up. LOL.
Don’t let the Babylonians come an “write” Rasta History I an I mus’ “Right” our own Record. Like Rasta Bob (Tuff Gong) say, “Half the story neva bin told…”
and Tosh say “Legalize it don’t criticize it…I’ll advertise it!!!” Rasta have ta speak ’bout Rasta. Notice what they want to tell us ’bout Rasta
Questions/Lies by Babylon:
1. Haile said he not Divine
2. Hate for White People
3. Black Superiority
Rasta TRUTH/REASONING
1. Haile said he is not God. YET “God” is a Man made word
The word “God” can not contain Divinity. The word “God itself is fraudulant because if you spell “GOD” the other way you get “DOG” so inherent in the man made terminology/nomenclature is a deception.
note: the “English Pirates” use to terrorize the seas and compete for African Slaves and SPOKE “English” where the “Word” God was derived…these The Queen of England Affectionately call “SEA DOGS!!!” God is a Greek concept. Divinity is African!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Haile Sellassie has his titles he doen’t need any from Babylon…. He is Divine “King of Kings Lord of Lords Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah”
Negus Negaste…LIGHT OF THE WORLD…MIGHT OF TRINITY…DEFENDER OF THE FAITH…Divine Right…. The Peoples Choice
2. Hate White People
So what Reggae song tell people to Hate White People… If this was eva a tenant of Rasta Faith would it not show up somewhere in Rasta Music. White is a Philosophy a way of thinking that was perfected in Europe in order to Justify the “Slave Trade” HIS Majesty RastaFari Haile Sellassie 1st said at the Geneva conference before Heads of State and World leaders “until the PHILOSOPHY that holds one RACE SUPERIOR and another INFERIOR is permanently eradicated and eliminated…until the COLOR of a man’s skin is no more significant than the COLOR of his eyes then everywhere is WAR.” Peter Tosh, Reggae Rasta Star sing a classic combination with “Mick Jagger” song name “Walk and Don’t Look Back”
There is not a hint of prejudice or racism or hate of white in the Great Reggae Rasta Artist Peter Tosh. Nor is there a hint of hate or racism in Any of the True Rasta Ambassadors. In fact remember Morgan Heritage sing “you don’t have to Dread to be Rasta… This is not a DreadLock thing it’s a Divine Concept of the Heart”
3. Black Superiority Question
Black is the First Man in Creation. An older Brother/Sister for all the Races that have evolve since that Original Man. It is The Melanin in the Black Man that makes his skin compatible with the African Sun… the Birth Place of Civilization is Abysinnia, Kush, Nubia, the Area they Call Sudan, Ethiopia, Jiboutu. Superior “questions” have been engineered in the laboratories along with “racism” and “class-ism” and “capitalism” and other rat like “isms!!!!”
There are a group of people out there who refuse to accept that the Black Man is the First man of Creation. The same ones paint Jesus White… “Divide an Rule is their whole plan yet I a no fool because I OVERSTAND… I an I a King of the Jungle” Bob say, “I didn’t come to bow I man come to Conquer!!!” This is what the Priest Emmanuel tell the Bobo Rasta in the Hills… RastaFari is the Black Christ Return in His Kingly Character. Now they have to look on the face of one they scorn.
That is the Reason BlackFire Dub Reggae Poet write the song “Black Beauty” because they take our History and turn it into fairytales like “Beauty and The Beast”
“Beauty and the East
Travel Light watch your speech
Babylon By Bus
Still Momma won’t let I cuss
Trust broken Like bad Ideals
The Beast becomes the Beautiful
And Truth is what’s real”
I Trod Up and Live Up Rasta From ever since because Rasta is Life and Healing for those who were perishing.
Babylon is graduating Thieves and Murderers. For I living Life Full (LIVITY) is worth all the Challenges of this Journey… So Like Sizzla say I smoke the herb and keep a humble thought. Jah RastaFari Haile Sellassie 1st Almighty Love (suggest reading “My Life and Ethiopias Progress” by Haile Sellassie 1st/ “Kebra Negast” foreward by Ziggy Marley/ “This Land Is My Land” by BlackFire/ “Dear Dad” by Kymani Marley
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People perish
for a lack of knowledge
Beauty and the East
travel light watch your speech
Babylon by Bus
still Mama won't let I cuss
trust broken like bad ideals
the Beast becomes the beautiful
and truth is what's real
this is for I peeps that weep in the streets
and pound the concrete
this is for those who rose out the cracks
petals start shining
learning how to stack hay
and seize the day carpe diem
this is a hymn in church for those
at cyber-confessions man do you see 'em
this is for the Jesus' [Hey-Zeuses] last supper
in prisms convalescent homes
where people die old with no lovers
this is for mothers and brothers
fathers and daughters
Beauty and the East
travel light watch your speech
Babylon by Bus
still Mama won't let I cuss
trust broken like bad ideals
the Beast becomes the beautiful
and truth is what's real
and the sun rising East
where Beauty becomes the Beast
this is for the least of least
no tricks just treats just work no sleep
this is where still waters run deep
this is where Mumia Abu says
Obama I beg your pardon
this is the Ghetto Son and I tuned in
'til what's happening ain't got Rerun
this is for one woman one man
one man one vote
why we mustn't wait and why Black Jesse
owing dead Jacksons ain't no joke
Beauty and the East
travel light watch your speech
Babylon by Bus
still Mama won't let I cuss
trust broken like bad ideals
the Beast becomes the beautiful
and truth is what's real
for Little B locked up for life only thirteen
this is a Mau Mau warrior's dream
that one day people of every nation
and creed will Barack for reggae One Drop
touch taste feel no Hollywood no stages
just broken hearts and inner rages
this is for the lion and lionesses
still locked up in cages
Beauty and the East
travel light watch your speech
Babylon by Bus
still Mama won't let I cuss
trust broken like bad ideals
the Beast becomes the beautiful
and truth is what's real
this is for you sow what you reap
where in broad daylight people creep
the agony of defeat lost and black sheep
heaps of gold in Havalah
they claim it's not in Afrika
yet now it's cool to be Kenyan
check the word for Blessing
then learn a lesson
this is for seven-year-old Emperors
and ladies born Queens
this is for Malcolm X's courage
and Martin Luther's dream
this is Aretha Franklin saying rescue me
and Mahalia Jackson singing roll, Jordan, roll
this is for you if you need to save your soul
I got I Jordans on like Michael
and I roll big spliffs like Peter Tosh
and baby if you catch it when I shoove it
Oh gosh
steppin' razor needs a savior
brown sugar ain't got no behavior
no longer nigger now they need us
so they call us Negus
can you feel Us?
beauty and the beast
the least of least
Beauty and the East
Black Beauty
I know a place where the waters run deep
I and I know a place where the Ancients speak
I think it's a crime not knowing where to stand
Should I feel acquitted in the absence of dry land
Will I walk on water or will I pride fail
Let I whisper be the wind and watch I heart set sail
If you can see I then you know where I stand
If you can touch I then you know who I am
So meet I at a place where the waters run deep
And I'll join the I at that place where the Ancients speak
Can't you hear the whispers in the morning air
Feel the courage rise higher than the fear
And listen for a language that your feet now know
And hear ancient whispers tell I where to go grow
Every wave has its valley, every crest its peak
Below that wave is where the Ancients speak
And somewhere high above that crest is where
Our whispers did meet and you'll see I and I
Moto walking on water in the absence of fear
Proud of the lion's pride that brought I and I
HERE!