Who am I, what am I?
And where I ‘m from
I come from the moterlamd
where they carried us beyond
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To Jam us, to make us ,
do their plan
They didn’t care about I
As I was only a solution
I’m from the land, the land Jah mek
Where I f-e-e-l the r-i-d-d-i-m
T-e-a-c-h the r-i-d-d-i-m
And r-i-d-e the r-i-d-d-i-m
In my land, we family large
One mother but two or more fathers
Many brothers and sisters
So I leave my land, with a plan
Come to your land
With my instrument
and riddim in hand
To help you under stand
How to r-i-d-e the r-i-d-d-i-m
Why we cry the r-i-d-d-i-m
And how to drive the r-i-d-d-i-m
I’m from the land, the land Jah mek
Where I f-e-e-l the r-i-d-d-i-m
T-e-a-c-h the r-i-d-d-i-m
And r-i-d-e the r-i-d-d-i-m
“Where I’m From,
The land of wood and water
Where the sunshine’s daily on the mountain top
Marley is jamming on one drop
Wailing like a like a cutting razor
And it don’t stop
As Marcus started with one aim, one destiny and one god
Fom mento to ska, rocksteady to reggae, and dub to dancehall
all in one, lOVE…… Irie
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