Red Gold and Green will colour the land Afrika
For the word of the Rastaman is at hand
Red runs the blood of a people who died at the wish of man living in vain
Red runs the blood of a people on trial
In a court of inequity, sentenced to pain
When a man knows his loss he has only to gain.
Let the Red Gold and Green shine through the tears and the rains
Green is the feilds of Afrika land built by the power of black working hands turning and tilling all day the black earth.
Blackhearts sing a song of a day that would come
When the work that was sown could be reaped as their own.
Gold is the wealth of a land looted and raped by a people who live only to take.
A time is at hand when lightning shall sound and thunder will break
All those with fear shall cower and quake at the hands of a people
Resuming their place in a nation.
Repatriated, standing solid and bold
In the name of reclaiming the Red, Gold and Green.
When a man knows his worth he has only to gain
For what was once his shall be his again.