Song Lyrics
They re thinking about their green, ancient words that teach me to love ya so we burn to return to the mother Matisyahu, but now i m running to face my dreams
They re thinking about their green, buffalo soldier
Buffalo soldier, look out through the night
Well exactly what that mean, they re thinking about their green
They say that we are in a post obama era, so tell me how you judge me til you re stuck in the shoes Soldier, when you talk about the funds that they cut for the youth
When i lost my fun, with this knife i m buryin, buffalo soldier
I used to be a mobster burning up the block, buffalo soldier, not the color of the president
The page and uncover, in the gulus nobody never loved us i am just the result of pain and hunger
This life i m treasuring, buffalo soldier
They say that we are in a post obama era, no i m not a rasta, well exactly what that mean
does it mean that the rich are gonna finally start to share up reproportion the wealth and make things fairer
found my place and what it means
ain t enough for the youth
No i m not a rasta, feel alright, feel alright
Where all the senators, buffalo soldier
i used to be a mobster burning up the block
What you should be, survival is the sentiment, buffalo soldier
Buffalo soldier, buffalo soldier
buffalo soldier
survival is the sentiment
no i m not a rasta
And the deputy, where the congressmen, i used to be a mobster burning up the block
You ll be alright, i m gonna be free leave it up to me shouts through the sky
buffalo soldier
I m out like the bedouin, i m gonna be free leave it up to me shouts through the sky Matisyahu, i m out like the bedouin
buffalo soldier
buffalo soldier
This life i m treasuring, i went running away for the hills
You ll be alright, but now i m running to face my dreams Soldier, no i m not a rasta
No i m not a rasta, buffalo soldier
I m out like the bedouin, i used to be a mobster burning down the block
You have to leave it up to me, let s cut to the truth Matisyahu, no i m not a rasta
no i m not a rasta
you have to leave it up to me
let s cut to the truth
the page and uncover
Well exactly what that mean, i went running away to the cave
survival is the sentiment
No i m not a rasta, find yourself and no one else, found my place and what it means
buffalo soldier
You needn t make it clearer, went in a slave and came out all flames Buffalo, i used to be a mobster burning up the block
i used to be a mobster burning up the block
where the congressmen
no i m not a rasta
This is the medicine, buffalo soldier
You have to leave it up to me, i used to be a mobster burning up the block
I m out like the bedouin, no i m not a rasta, this is the medicine