Creation Rebel

I travel up the ol' rough road
To find my bread, to find my bread
Call so loud, search all around
No one to hear my cry, but what am I to do?
I don't know, that's why
And they call me now creation
A rebel now, rebel now
And they call me now creation
A rebel now, rebel now
"Creation rebel," they call me
They call me
And they call me
And they call me
One thing more for I to tell you, for I to tell you
For I, for I to tell you
One thing more for I to tell you
One shoe on my feet
One pants to my waist
One shirt on my back
Is gone, is gone
Oh, what am I to do?
I don't know, but that's why
And they call me now creation
A rebel now, rebel now
And they call me now creation
A rebel now, rebel now
"Creation rebel," they call me
And they call
And they call me
And they call me
Rebels in the morning, rebels in the evening
Rebels I—niversally, a rebels was from that time
Until this time, I made up my mind to go on
Sing my song
Maybe, maybe, I will find good 'round the other side
And that's why they call me, "Creation rebel," they call me
And they call me, "Creation, a rebel"
It's they who call me, "Creation, creation, a rebel"
"Creation," they call me
Yes!
Yes!
Yeah!
Yeah! (Yeah)
Rastafari