Original Paintings

Vaughn Benjamin and Dezarie


Bad vibes flee before the face of balance Against being lost must be pro-found Scars weh no visit can be ever known And still wont leave poor folks alone

Throne over, aye, throne over overthrown So let it done be foretold Genocidal efforts of coming in from the cold, And no more that a where the ghetto people cant afford Nazarite, Nazarite, Was the blue so named rightly? And why genes sway them uniformity? Triangle, Guess who vaccinate legally Oroborous and they move Dready

The bad vibes flee before the face of balance Against being lost must be pro-found Scarce when no visit can be ever known And still wont leave poor folks alone The inheritance of the blessed country One people in the heart and still meet treachery Yes, Africa, Akibulan come hurry Sons black people surviving the turbulencies Vision the way you a go Prepare them overconfidently Prepare them overconfidently When them overconfidently,

Ie Bad vibes flee before the face of balance Against them loss must be pro-found Scars weh no visit can ever be known And still wont leave poor folks alone And still wont leave poor folks alone And still wont leave poor folks alone

Steel Pulse

Rejoice, Rejoice; Good tidings I bring you. Hear ye a message to you my friend. Voices cry invoke your angels. When pressure drop it cannot conquer dread no, So blow away your bluesy feeling.

Spirits say take the world off you shoulder. One foot in the grave is a foolish step to take. Who sow in tears shall reap in joy. Wise man doctrines assure your safety. No more stumbling block back stabbers get down. To the righteous revealed The secret of the scriptures. The wicked dem portion is vanity.

Disciples of Lucifer In your hands lie your destination. The book of true life you hold the key. Mystical powers to you unfold Seek ye the half that has never been told. Get behind me satan (in dis ya Armageddon) I’ve got chant.

Sugar Minott surrealism digital painting

Sugar Minott

Free them, Babylon, free Jah children. It’s been a long time we down here in Babylon. We want to go home now Free Jah Jah children, free Jah Jah children. So long we slaving in Babylon, We want to go home.

Free them from poverty, free them from misery Free them! Won’t you free them? Free them from this kind of life, They want to live, otherwise We got to pay the price, We got to sacrifice, for our liberty We want to be free, oh Natty Dreadlocks want to be free.

We got to pay the price. We got to sacrifice, for our liberty We want to be free, Rastafari want to be free. Free them from poverty, free them from misery Free us! Why won’t you free us? Free dem inna South Africa! Free us in Jamaica! Free us! Won’t you free us!

2 Pac digital drawing

2 Pac

In the realm where lyrics soar and passions blend,
2Pac’s legacy shines, a guiding, eternal trend.
With verses that ignited minds and hearts anew,
He paved a path of courage for me and you.

His words, a tapestry of truth and pain,
Resonate through time, an unbreakable chain.
A poet of the streets, a prophet of the real,
2Pac’s spirit lives on, an undying zeal.

In rhythm and verse, he fearlessly spoke,
Against injustice’s chains, he firmly awoke.
A voice for the silenced, a light in the night,
2Pac’s legacy burns, forever alight.

Black Uhuru Digital Painting

Black Uhuru

Darkness; seems to cover the world What does it worth to put yourself in a wrong-town Who told you to go? Obligation Get off my back; Babylon There’s a pride in each an’ everyone’s stage of life I must keep Jah work and trim this foundation Most of all, they go to bed and dem high in their head I see you mothers, and fathers Wandering all over through material things Is this a result of their sin? Every little look over my shoulder, someone die With the good foot I climb the ladder of life Darker than blood, in a dis ya attention Trumpet and voice are not for only celebration Let us struggle with the new generation The Deaf, The Dumb, The Blind
Sizzla Kalonji Digital Painting

Sizzla Kalonji

We are perfect and it’s just for us to acknowledge this aspect of us, be conscious in our thoughts and use mind power to bring forth the betterment of the nation. Rastafari is our king or emperor, and being a king, being an emperor you’ve been taught all the ways of the ancestors. With the knowledge and teachings and studying his majesty, I’ve learned to put all these principles and precepts into the music, so that is how it inspires me to be singin’ good songs and makin’ good music for the people. 

Dezarie angel painting


Messengers with good tidings of great joy to bring. Preserve and serve the Supreme Being, That heartful mission. See them in visions, See them in person. They’re all around. To Travel four corners, work on Zion They make correction. Angels. Heard on High. Praising: Jah Rastafari! Angels. Chariots, Thousands! Cherubim opening Seraphim. Angels. The Spiritual Angels. Human Angels, Guardian Angels, Warrior Angels, Fire Angels, Sign inquire angels, Nature Angels, Water Angels, Sun Moon Angels, North South Angels, Put-a-stop-to-Anger Angels Destruction Angels, Warning Angels, Correction Angels. Ark of the Covenant Angels, Whoever praise Creator Angels. So many Angels, so many Millions.
Love Smoke Digital Portrait

Love Smoke

In colors bold and strokes untamed, A canvas whispers of love’s sweet flame. A Rasta empress, regal and free, Amidst swirling smoke, her spirit weaves.

Braided hair adorned with grace, A symbol of time and ancient space, She inhales the dreams of a world anew, Exhales them gently, like morning dew.

Surrounded by petals, blossoms fair, They bloom as offerings in the warm night air. Flowers of passion, colors so true, They mirror the fire that burns within you.

The empress’ eyes, a universe deep, Hold secrets and stories that softly creep Into the hearts of those who dare, To gaze upon her, lost in her stare.

Love smoke rises, a poetic rhyme, Transcending the limits of space and time. In your painted world, emotions play, A tribute to love in every way.

So let the canvas sing its song, Of a Rasta empress both fierce and strong, Smoking her spliff with a tranquil grace, Love and smoke intertwined, a timeless embrace.

Haile Selassie Slew's The Beast

Behold the majestic portrayal of Ras Tafari in my canvas masterpiece titled ‘Haile Selassie Slaughters the Beast.’ This powerful artwork captures the essence of His Majesty as the Defender of the Faith, symbolically depicted in a gripping confrontation where he slews a formidable dragon. The vibrant colors and intricate details bring to life the spiritual significance of Haile Selassie as a guardian and symbol of strength against adversity. Own this extraordinary piece that not only celebrates the legacy of Ras Tafari but also serves as a captivating testament to the enduring power of faith and courage. Embrace the mystique and grace your space with this SEO-friendly, awe-inspiring painting that transcends both art and symbolism

Tigers eye painting

Tiger’s Eye

Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?