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    ‘A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on’

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      sigpic Don't talk shit. Just smoke it.

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        ‘A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on’

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          Ad usum proprium!

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            ministry ruleert btw

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            • Ganjax
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              Hell yeah

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              De Strangers - De ziekekas

              ‘A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on’

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                A big question posed to me daily on the street
                many want to know the reason why
                I am a Rastaman

                Many people see I, many people ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                many people see I, many people ask
                why am I a Rastaman

                It is because of the Babylon and the situation
                it’s because of the Babylon and the situation

                When I was a boy about eight years old
                there was a certain Rastaman
                and he love all the children
                and he treated us like a man
                even the little children than no one cares for
                he called on every one
                and he gave us fruit and treated every one
                with a special love

                Many people see I, many people ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                but he taught I the love to give to everyone

                Many people see I, many people ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                there is no better way to express my love to each and everyone

                One Saturday morning
                a special thing happened to this man
                here come Mr. Babylon
                to take away the Rastaman
                so them root up him herb and them eat off him fruit
                and throw it in a van
                and straight after that for three long years
                I never see the Rastaman
                they took him to General Penitentiary
                and them send him back as a bald head man
                but that could not change him
                his mind was not in prison
                was only his body, man

                Many people see I, many people ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                no matter how hard the battle be I still have JAH in my hand

                Many people see I, many people ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                how sweet the name of JAH JAH sound to every righteous Rastaman

                And the same old Rastaman
                told me Pound, Shilling, and Pence
                would come out of circulation
                and we would use that . . . (?), man
                and I have seen seven years after that
                it was no use, man
                donkey, horses, and cows feet
                was trodding upon ha’penny, man

                Everyone see I, everyone ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                I’m here to prove and to testify about our prophecy

                Everyone who see I, everyone ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                John the Baptist, Marcus Garvey, and Christ— they was a Rastaman

                Everyone see I, everyone ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                I vow the vow of a Nazarite and I can´t do no otherwise, man


                Everyone see I, everyone ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                I love my brothers and my sisters and I cannot give up at all, man

                Brother Brown, brother Klaus (?), brother Tom, brother Stanley, man
                I used to hear them beat the drum and sing
                way in the forest land

                Everyone people see I, everyone people ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                I love the beat of the Nyabingi that call from creation

                Many people see I, everyone ask I
                why am I a Rastaman
                the truth is . . . (?) . . . you could’a small like a pin . . .


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                    nog 10 dagen, dan mag ik hem live zien als god het wil natuurlijk ey HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHoehoooowwwww

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                        ‘A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on’

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                          Zo klinkt Ned Flanders dus in't zwart.

                          Barrington Levy - Here I come


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                            ‘A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on’

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