Italian Rastaman

Some people are looking for new sensations
I'm talking about someone who lives in western nations, where
Chemical drugs invade the land
Forcing them to live in castles made of sand
They don't want to live by their point of view
And they pay attention to the system's news
The only thing they care about is money they can get
And no one will try to stop them
Yeah this is real
Some people call me

Rastaman, an Italian Rastaman

Looking aroundIn the high offices down town
It's hard to see a happy man
It seems they're going deeper underground
I use to live by my point of view
And I am not stressed to look at the latest news... because
No one was there when I fell to the ground, I said
"Now I have to try to stop me"
Yeah this is real
That's why they call me

Rastaman, an Italian Rastaman

Yeah uh oh.Some people want to know
If I ever lose control
Times before I used to knock at a thousand doors
But one day I found me lost in the fog
Now sometimes I stop my run waiting for the sun
Like an Italian rastaman

Now I feel so good, I say to you
That I feel really good, because the rhythm is so good
In an Italian rastaman