I don't remember how I was born in this world
Whether it was fuckin' white or green
Does not matter
I don't remember how old I am
There is no photograph on my passport
Where is my first harbour?

Jamaica! I must have been born in Jamaica
On your hands
On my feet there is sand
I walk without socks, barefoot
My hair are below average
I need your map

My-my-my... Jamaica
My-my-my... Jamaica

I don't remember my name, no
I used to have many names
They changed them without asking me
I don't remember who bought me a ticket
But I feel like the guy was on the same wavelength
He was one of ours, and I thank him

Jamaica! I must have been born in Jamaica
On your hands
On my feet there is sand
I walk without socks, barefoot
My hair are below average
I need your map
My-my-my... Jamaica
My-my-my... Jamaica

I don't remember how my eyes opened
To legalization... tsk tsk!
Waves are screaming, and people are fighting
Everything is in zigzag
I don't know what more to tell
Or show you
I look back, at my back
And it's black, I'm home, Mama

Jamaica! I must have been born in Jamaica
On your hands
On my feet there is sand
I walk without socks, barefoot
My hair is below average
I need your map

My-my-my... Jamaica
My-my-my... Jamaica