Lyrics:

The Blood of Marcus, the blood of Malcolm
Goes running through my veins
And Nat Turner's vision
I can see it very plain
Saw William Gordon and Paul Bogle
Hanging from a tree
May their spirits and their souls
Come charging into me

I was born fe rebel
I was born fe rebel
I was born, oh yes I was born to fight
Radical to the bone, trouble won't leave me alone
Radical to the bone, trouble won't leave me alone

Like Hannibal that crossed the Alps
Went on to conquer Rome
Like David slew Goliath
With a sling shot and a stone
Like Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull
The great Geronimo
I'll fight with every tooth and nail
And every brick and stone

I was born fe rebel
I was born fe rebel
I was born fe rebel
I was born, oh yes I was born to fight
Radical to the bone, trouble won't leave me alone

Some a seh me too militant
A which part I man come from
Want protect my people
From who doing I and I wrong

(DJ Jukie)
Give thanks fi di rebel dem weh inspire di Ranks ya. Fidem home di stars above an riverbanks ya. Ask wi an wi gi unu rebel answer. Yo, wi a no cancer, but wi liv wi angry lyrics, a no blanks ya. Malcom X him no jest, Marcus Garvey a no prankster. Giv di Most High reverance ya. Hail dem that's died for a cause. Honour dem, no trod pon my people. Be off ya, rebelling for a cause ya.

I was born fe rebel
I was born fe rebel
I was born fe rebel
I was born, oh yes I was born to fight

Fight with all my might
Whether day or night
I've got to do what's right
People take advice

Jomo Kenyatta  Born Fe Rebel
Kwame Nkrumah  Born Fe Rebel
Thomas Sankara  Born Fe Rebel
Machel Samora  Born Fe Rebel
Nelson Mandela  Born Fe Rebel
Patrice Lumumba  Born Fe Rebel
Sellassie I soldier  Born Fe Rebel
Castro of Cuba  Born Fe Rebel

I was born fe fight
Fight with all my might
Got to do what's right
Whether day or night

Alive, Survive, I strive, Survive

Radical to the bone
Trouble won't leave me alone
Radical to the bone
Armed with sticks and stones