Oh, oh, oh…
Rastas never dies
Oh, oh, oh…
Rastas never dies

I cross the border of Africa
With no bread and no water
I then find myself in a lifeless desert
Hunger struck
And I cried out
I said bread, oh bread
No one could hear an hungry man shouting hmm
And about dat tym oh
Everything went out of sight
All I could hear was a voice dat was shouting from above

Yeah yeah yeah…
Oh, oh, oh…
Rastas never dies
Oh, oh, oh…
Rastas never dies
…

Now I know that
Rastas never need any piece of bread
Whenever hard times comes
All rastas fall down to his knees
They’ll cry out and say Jah, Jah… help us Jah

Oh, oh, oh…
Help us Jah
Oh, oh, oh…
Help us Jah
…