Mat chu di Statue
Mat Chu di Statue
In the shadows of a broken 1980s Britain, where chains were forged not of iron but of poverty and control, Mat rose. Born into the harsh grip of the slavery-owned UK, he carried the weight of generations silenced by injustice. But deep in his soul burned the rhythm of freedom — the heartbeat of Rastafari. Through struggle, he found strength; through exile, he found identity. Word by word, beat by beat, he united the scattered, the unheard, the forgotten. From street corners to underground halls, his message spread like fire in dry grass.
The people crowned him King, not by bloodline but by spirit — a leader forged in oppression, now guiding a powerful race of Rastafarians toward the light, free and unshackled at last.
Mat chu di Statue
Verse 1
Inna di shadow of Babylon town,
Chains dem heavy, try hold we down,
But mi spirit rise like di morning sun,
Rastafari say, “Freedom come.”
Chorus
From street corner to di hills we sing,
Rise up strong, dem crown di King,
From di struggle to di promised land,
Rasta people walk hand in hand.
Verse 2
Born inna fire, but mi soul stay true,
Beat of di drum, it a carry we through,
No more silence, hear di lion roar,
We nah go back to dem chains no more.
Chorus
From street corner to di hills we sing,
Rise up strong, dem crown di King,
From di struggle to di promised land,
Rasta people walk hand in hand.
Bridge
Spirit forged inna oppression night,
Now we marching inna Jah Jah light,
One heart, one love, one destiny,
Rasta people, forever free.
Written by Johnny Virgo for Planet Rasta Records