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

I’n’I 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

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’n’I 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’n’I a Rasta

I’m a natty dreadlock