Damian Marley - Catch A Fire (ft. Stephen Marley)

Every time I hear the crack of the whip
My blood runs cold
I remember on the slave ship
How they brutalise our very soul
Today they say that we are free
Only to be jailed in poverty
Good God, I think it's illiteracy
Only a machine that makes

Slave driver, your table has turned
Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned
Slave driver, your table has turned
Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned

Bun dem out!
Dem take up the ghetto youths and give dem peer magazine
And take up another set and give dem bare 16
And play dem dirty game, applaud the plots and schemes
And watch dem like a show of a view big screen
How come we bredda dem, man go buy dem cream?
Turn dem inna police and bring dem in 'pon dem team
Ah wha this fodder? Him drive ten grand worth a government larder
And fight against the ones who have the same forefather
Him next door neighbour, all weed we charge for, we children slaughter
And we dem wan murder, jus' read the Observer
Right now the city can't get no absurder
After 400 years a no leap we brown sugar
We ambush we brother and gwaan like whenever
Use to plan slave revolt and a dem push dem together
We change jus' like the weather

Every time I hear the crack of the whip
My blood runs at me (it's running cold)
I remember on the slave ship
How they brutalise our very soul
Today they say that we are free
Only to be jailed in poverty
Good God, I think it's illiteracy
Only a machine that makes

Slave driver, your table has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Slave driver, your table has turned
Oh, catch, catch a fire, so you could get burned

Son's of slaves chant down, son's of the slave driver
Nah space slave rider neither
And if dem could, dem would tax you 'pon saliva
How much more must we die for?
The ones in the cars when we standing at da car minus
The government bogus, they don't work for us
Instead dem chain and whip you with domestic fuss
And guns and aids and drugs
'Cause most a the youths with the school in they mouth
Can' get no money from legitimate jobs, then you wonder
Why dem grab chain and bags
You influence the youth a turn dem gays and fags
And rest then can afford not even torn up rags
But table a turn a me turntable spun
The fire we a catch up all a blaze and a burn
That's why any time you see Rasta, you run
Hey yo

Slave driver, your table has turned
Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned
Slave driver, your table has turned
Oh, catch, catch a fire, so you could get burned

Hey! Bun dem out!
We no waan nah Babylon government weh a burn down ganja man tent
And dem a come with dem one bag a tax argument
When we can't pay light bill and rent
Me side dem a leave, ghetto youths every which part dem went
And bare wrong corner dem bent
So next time dem pass through you and your crew
Don't give dem no encouragement
Hey yo, just start run dem out and start bun dem out a your environment
Hey yo, we waan no 'bout da ever red cent o' the poor people money dem spent
And then, we waan no down to who pay the bill when the prime minister car dent
Hey yo, we waan know when dem come repossess all these guns and drugs they've sent

Slave driver, hey, catch on cold
Catch a fire, hey, like you didn't know
Slave driver, your table has turned
Oh, catch a fire..

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