Mpla - Lyrics - Taj Weekes & Adowa

My brother MPLA Trod through iyanola With a dreadlocks on his head Trying hard like each and every rasta In desolate places seeks his daily bread But his folks don't like his dreadlocks Say this is not like the family Folks don't like his dreadlocks Say they'd prefer christianity Mc Neil the higher man Didn't like the rastaman soul So from family he had to depart Waxed cold their loving dear hearts So he packed all he must sent on his way I wont see my big brother today Go deh dreadie dessie dreadie go deh Go deh dreadie dessie dreadie go deh Up up comes another with a naughty head Oh no another natty dread Clouds of uncertainty waiver over my head Contemplating whether to grow my dread And a spliff burns on as death comes to a family Our family ooh woe ooh woe oh oh My brother MPLA left iyanola With his dreadlocks on his head No more to quarrel no more to fight Said everything's gonna be alright Wherever you are please paint my a sky I never had the chance to say goodbye "goodbye" Wherever you are please paint me a sky In my quiet desolation I cry