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Buffalo Soldier
Matisyahu
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Don't judge a book by the cover
Every single being in this world is your brother
When I look upon the page and uncover
Ancient words that teach me to love ya
So we burn to return to the mother
And we yearn to unlearn all they told you, about yourself
Who you are, what you should be
I'm gonna be free, leave it up to me
Raise your glass to the sky, look out through the night
Feel alright
The stars burn bright, highlight the moonlight
Be alright
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Bass is the medicine
I'm out a bedouin
The knife I'm burying
This life I'm treasuring
I went running away to the cave
Went in a slave and came out all flames
I went running away for the hills
Back to my roots and I'm running still
But now I'm running to face my dreams
Find my place and what it means
To find yourself and no one else
You have to leave it up to me
Leave it up to me
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Bass is the medicine
I'm out a bedouin
The knife I'm burying
This life I'm treasuring
(Shyne)
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
I used to be a mobster
Burning down the block bra
I shot the sheriff, the DA, and the deputy
Sorry Al Sharpton, I don't need you to lecture me
Maybe I'll stop talking about guns
When you talk about the funds that they cut for the youth
Just cut to the truth
Ain't enough for the youth
So tell me how you judge me till you stuck in these shoes
Where the congressman, where are the senators
We think about that green, not the color of the president
Race is just irrelevant survival is the sentiment
Narcotics is the only way you know I'm gonna measure it
They say that we are in a post-obama era
Well exactly what that means; you need to make it clearer
Does it mean that the rich gonna finally start to share a
Greater a portion of a wealth and make things fairer
Asking God why the poor people suffer
But I'm such a hypocrite in Rolls Royce mufflers
In the gulles, nobody never loved us
I am just a result of pain and hunger
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Buffalo soldier
No I'm not a Rasta
Used to be a mobster
Burning up the block bra
Bass is the medicine
I'm out a bedouin
The knife I'm burying
This life I'm treasuring
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