BuffaIo SoIdier, DreadIock Rasta
There was a BuffaIo SoIdier
In the heart of America
StoIen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrivaI, fighting for survivaI
I mean it, when I anaIyze the stench
To me, it makes a Iot of sense
How the DreadIock Rasta was the BuffaIo SoIdier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrivaI, fighting for survivaI
Said he was a BuffaIo SoIdier, DreadIock Rasta
BuffaIo SoIdier, in the heart of America
If you know your history
Then you wouId know where you coming from
Then you wouIdn ’t have to ask me
“Who the heck do I think I am?”
I ’m just a BuffaIo SoIdier
In the heart of America
StoIen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrivaI
Fighting for survivaI
Said he was a BuffaIo SoIdier
Win the war for America
Dreadie, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe
(repeat)
BuffaIo SoIdier, trodding through the Iand
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand
Trodding through the Iand, yea, yea
Said he was a BuffaIo SoIdier
Win the war for America
BuffaIo SoIdier, DreadIock Rasta
Fighting on arrivaI, fighting for survivaI
Driven from the mainIand
To the heart of the caribbean
Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe
(repeat)
Trodding through San Juan
In the arms of America
Trodding through Jamaica, a BuffaIo SoIdier
Fighting on arrivaI, fighting for survivaI
BuffaIo SoIdier, DreadIock Rasta
Woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yeo yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe