Whoa-oh why
Leave him alone, he is a Rastaman
Leave him alone, he is a Rastaman
Forgive them Jah
They know not what they're doing
They blame the Rastaman
They blame the Rastaman
It doesn't matter what the Rastaman say
They want to crucify him anyway
Only Jah know, only Jah know
Only Jah know, only Jah know
No way, no way was he guilty
Jah knows he has done no wrong
Jah knows he has done no wrong
Jah knows he has done no wrong
No wrong, no wrong
Forgive them Jah
They know not what they're saying
They blame the Rastaman
They blame the Rastaman
They read their books while looking at the cover
But in time I know they shall discover
If they go by the outward appearance
All that glitters is not gold
No way, no way was he guilty
Jah knows he has done no wrong
Still a whole lot of men convict him
And put him in a detention
Tell my brethren (tell me what is going on)
Tell me what is going on
Come and tell me what is going on, oh Jah Jah
In brightest day and darkest night
Like a rabbit he is on the run
He's a-hiding there and he's got to run out there
Beneath Jah sun, beneath Jah sun
(Like a rabbit he is on the run)
Whoa-oh I say, leave him alone he is a Rastaman
Leave him alone he is a Rasta one
Whole heap a man deh, did come put him down
Whoa in a detention yeah
Leave him alone he is a Rasta one
Leave him alone he is a Rastaman
Whoa yeah, he is a Rasta one
Eh yeah, he is a Rastaman
Put him a, put him in a detention, I say
Oh can you see he is a Rasta one
Leave him, leave him, leave him alone
Leave him, leave him
Leave it, leave him, leave him
Say hey-hey, leave him alone I say
Whoa he is a Rasta one
Yeah, he is a Rastaman
Every one a Rastaman (done no wrong)
Not Guilty was written by Brinsley Forde.
Not Guilty was produced by Aswad & Michael “Reuben” Campbell.