My brother MPLA
Trod through iyanola
With a dreadlocks on his head
Trying hard like each and every rasta
In desolate places seeks his daily bread
But his folks don't like his dreadlocks
Say this is not like the family
Folks don't like his dreadlocks
Say they'd prefer christianity
Mc Neil the higher man
Didn't like the rastaman soul
So from family he had to depart
Waxed cold their loving dear hearts
So he packed all he must sent on his way
I wont see my big brother today
Go deh dreadie dessie dreadie go deh
Go deh dreadie dessie dreadie go deh
Up up comes another with a naughty head
Oh no another natty dread
Clouds of uncertainty waiver over my head
Contemplating whether to grow my dread
And a spliff burns on as d**h comes to a family
Our family ooh woe ooh woe oh oh
My brother MPLA left iyanola
With his dreadlocks on his head
No more to quarrel no more to fight
Said everything's gonna be alright
Wherever you are please paint my a sky
I never had the chance to say goodbye "goodbye"
Wherever you are please paint me a sky
In my quiet desolation I cry