Lyrics
Yeah, anything Rasta's a di bless (Hahaha)
Is only a fool who would ask fi me
Hey, this is the Cure (Bumbohole)
And mi friend Ginger running more (Selassie I)
Well they a street again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For a while I've been down (But not for too long)
Using the negative to turn them around (Turn around)
Put down well preserve
To give them the Cure head sound (Yes, head sound, you know)
Mi nuh come fi bear the cross without the
Crown (Never, could never, could never)
Some of them lost without the sound
Mi sing, them lost inna Babylon shit stream
Dem a take mi thoughts fi down, fi down
Rasta come a so fi be no victim
Them a try use mi past fi hold mi down
Will never, ever hold down Rasta
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing
Yes, I'm free, stronger than a brick of cain
Outta road di bobo walking pon di freedom street
Di way di ting seh only the Cure can do it
From di bobo touch road Babylon get defeat
Trample them underneath feet
Doctors and nurses a search fi the cure
Scientists inna lab a search fi the cure
Well search no more for the healing for the poor
What a joy Rasta bring from the ceiling to the floor
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing
Yes, I'm free, stronger than a brick of cain
Mi sing, the mountain so high, still the Bingi still a climb
Never see the Bingi man give up, no time
Hustling from morning straight back to night
Never, ever see the Bingi man give up the fight
Freedom, Bingi bust a like a kite
Tour down the world a take flight after flight
Fi do Selassie work we do it with all a we might
And all I need is a mic
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing
Yes, I'm free, stronger than a brick of cain
For a while I've been down (But not for too long)
Using the negative to turn them around (Turn around)
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing
Is only a fool who would ask fi me
Hey, this is the Cure (Bumbohole)
And mi friend Ginger running more (Selassie I)
Well they a street again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For a while I've been down (But not for too long)
Using the negative to turn them around (Turn around)
Put down well preserve
To give them the Cure head sound (Yes, head sound, you know)
Mi nuh come fi bear the cross without the
Crown (Never, could never, could never)
Some of them lost without the sound
Mi sing, them lost inna Babylon shit stream
Dem a take mi thoughts fi down, fi down
Rasta come a so fi be no victim
Them a try use mi past fi hold mi down
Will never, ever hold down Rasta
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing
Yes, I'm free, stronger than a brick of cain
Outta road di bobo walking pon di freedom street
Di way di ting seh only the Cure can do it
From di bobo touch road Babylon get defeat
Trample them underneath feet
Doctors and nurses a search fi the cure
Scientists inna lab a search fi the cure
Well search no more for the healing for the poor
What a joy Rasta bring from the ceiling to the floor
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing
Yes, I'm free, stronger than a brick of cain
Mi sing, the mountain so high, still the Bingi still a climb
Never see the Bingi man give up, no time
Hustling from morning straight back to night
Never, ever see the Bingi man give up the fight
Freedom, Bingi bust a like a kite
Tour down the world a take flight after flight
Fi do Selassie work we do it with all a we might
And all I need is a mic
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing
Yes, I'm free, stronger than a brick of cain
For a while I've been down (But not for too long)
Using the negative to turn them around (Turn around)
Now I'm free, like a million birds today
I'm free, with more than a million words to say
Yes, I'm free, soaring on my broken wing