Been laughed at, scrutinised
To the point where I had to ask who am I
Then I remember what they do to Christ
He was nailed to a cross and crucified
Now that the light came to me
I wonder if they're gonna do the same to me
And when the truth hits painfully
That's when you know if you're really who you claim to be

For so long we've been denied
Rejected and brutalised
But jah children shall win the war
Cos we know who we are

We're selassie I children
Haile selassie children
We are Ethiopians by blood
Africa was born in us, selassie children
Haile selassie children

We know who we are

Young boy threw away his comb
So his papa told him find a different home
Never come back, hold your own
Bout you're a Rasta, I wish I never know you
Rejected for the life he choose
Cast out, all alone
The stone that the builder man refused
Shall be the head cornerstone

Soon they will realise
That we've been reading between the lines
Remember we foretold the war
You never forget who we are

Tell them, we're selassie children
Haile selassie children
We are Ethiopians by blood
Africa was born in us

Young girl gotta face the worst
Cos her mother just took a look in her purse
She find a clay kutchie and some holy herbs
And the wise mind of haile I the first
Mama say young girl you're losing your mind
Did you get these things from Satan
She say no mama I got the kutchie from jah9
And the wise mind from I nation

Please mama, don't scrutinise
Take this book and give it a try
Let this herb open up your eyes
Experience the wonders of Rastafari

Haile selassie children
We are haile selassie children
We are Ethiopians by blood
Africa was born in us
Haile selassie children

The battle will be hard
Haile selassie children
Still we never stall
Selassie children
Deh ya back a wall
Haile selassie children
Still di Natty never fall
Haile selassie children
Oh coral garden
Selassie children
Look at pinnacle
Selassie children
Still we deh ya now
Selassie children
Never giving up
Selassie children
Take no heart Gil pain
Selassie children
Fight the fights in vain
Selassie children
Even if the battle stains