Matisyahu - Buffalo Soldier

[Chorus:]
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
down the block
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
down the block
Don't judge a book by the cover
Every single being in this world is
your brother
When I look upon the page and
uncover
Ancient words that teach me to
love ya!
So we burn to return to the
mother
And we yearn to unlearn all they
told ya about yourself
Who you are, what you should
be,
I'm gonna be free leave it up to
me!
Shouts through the sky, look out
to the night
Feel alright!
Stars burn bright, I like the
moonlight
You'll be alright!
[Chorus:]
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
This is the medicine, I'm out like
the bedouin
This knife I'm burying and this
life I'm treasuring
This is the medicine, I'm out like
the bedouin
Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a
rasta
Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a
rasta
I went runing away to the cave
Went in a slave and came out all
flames
I went running away for the hills
Back to my roots and I'm
running still
But now I'm running to face my
dreams
Found my place and what it
means
Find yourself and no one else
You have to leave it up to me,
leave it up to me!
[Chorus:]
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
This is the medicine, I'm out like
the bedouin
With this knife I'm buryin and
this life I'm treasuring
Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a
rasta
Buffalo soldier, you know I'm not
a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
down the block
I shot the sheriff, the DA, and the
deputy
Sorry al sharpton I don't need
you to lecture me
Maybe I'll stop talking about guns
When you talk about the funds
that they cut for the youth
Let's cut to the truth, ain't
enough for the youth
So tell me how you judge me til
you're stuck in the shoes, man!
Where the Congressmen, where
all the Senators?
They're thinking about their
green, not the color of the
President?
This is just a relevance, survival is
the sentiment
Narcotics is the only way you
know that I'm a measure it!
They say that we are in a post
Obama era
Well exactly what that mean? you
needn't make it clearer
Does it mean that the rich are
gonna finally start to share up
Reproportion the wealth and
make things fairer
Asking God "why do poor people
suffer" but now I'm such a
hypocrite, the Rolls Royce
mufflers.
In the gutters nobody never
loved us
I am just the result of pain and
hunger!
[Chorus:]
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning
up the block