The Wilderness
Burning Spear
6:52I 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