Every time I 'ear di crack of di whip my blood runs cold,
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I remember on di slave ship how dey brutalise your very soul,
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Today dey say that we are free
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Only to be jailed in poverty,
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Good god I think it's a little
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Only a that makes,
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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Dem take up di ghetto youths and give dem pure magazine,
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An take up on dem set an give dem bare 16,
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An play dem dirty game applaud di bloods and skins,
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An watch dem like a show of a view big screen,
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An can we bread a dem an go buy dem cream?
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Turn dem inna police an bring dem in 'pon dem team
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Him drive ten grand worth a government larder,
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An fight against di ones who have di same forefather,
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Him next door neighbour, all weed we charge for,
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WI children slaughter,
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An weed dem wan murder,
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Jus read di observer,
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Right now di city can get no obsurder,
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Of the 400 years a no leap wi brown sugar,
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We ambush we bred a,
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An gwan like whenever,
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Use to plan slave revolt an a dem push dem together,
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We change jus like di weather.
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Every time I ear di crack of di whip, my blood runs at me, (its runnin cold)
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I remember on di slave ship how dey brutalise your very soul,
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Today dey say that we are free
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Only to be jailed in poverty,
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Good god I think it's a little
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Only a that makes,
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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son's of slaves child,
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now son's of di slave driver,
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na space slave ride an hide a,
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an if dem could, dem would tax you pon saliva,
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how much more must we die for?
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the ones in the cars when we standing at da car minus,
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the government bogus, they don't work for us,
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instead dem chain and whip you with da best stick first,
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and guns and aids and drugs,
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cause most of di youths with di school in dey mouth,
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can' get no money from legitimate jobs,
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den a wonder,
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why dem grab chain and bags,
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you influence di youth a turn dem gays and fags,
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And rest den can afford not even torn up rags,
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But table a turn a mi turntable spun,
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Di fiya we a catch up all a blaze and a burn,
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Dats why anytime you say Rasta ya run!
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Eh yo!
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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We no wan nah Babylon government wey ya burn down ganja man tent,
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And dem a come wit dem one bag o tax argument when we can' pay rent,
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Me side dem a leave ghetto youths every which part dem went dem a be round corner dem bent,
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So next time dem pass through you and ya crew don' give dem no encouragement,
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Eh yo, jus start run dem out and start burn dem out a ya environment,
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An yo, we wan no bout da eva red cent o' di poor people money dem spent,
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An den, we wan no down to who pay di bill when di prime minister car dent,
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An yo, we wan know when dem come repossess all these guns and jobs they've sent
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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Slave driver, your table has turned
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Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
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Catch A Fire
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Damian "Junior Gong" Marley |