Damian Marley - Catch A Fire (ft. Stephen Marley)
Every time I hear the crack of a 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 chained in poverty
Good God, I think it's illiteracy
Only a machine that makes a
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
[Verse 1: Damian Marley]
Bun dem out!
Now dem take up the ghetto youths and gi' dem peer magazine
And take up anedda set and gi' dem bare 16
And play dem dutty games, applaud the plots and schemes
And watch dem like a show a Harbour View big screen
And con we bredda dem and go buy dem cream
And turn dem inna police and bring dem in 'pon dem team
Ah wha' this fadda? Him drive ten grand worth a government Lada
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 waan murder, just read the Observer
Right now the city can't get no absurder
After 400 years and whole heap a brown sugar
We ambush we bredda and gwaan like whenever
Use to plan slave revolt inna the bush dem together
We change just like the weather
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
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 chained 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
[Verse 2: Damian Marley]
Sons of slaves chant down, sons 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 the terminus
The government bogus, they don't work for us
Instead dem chain and whip we with domestic fuss
And guns and AIDS and drugs
'Cause most a the youths with the schooling dem have
Cyaan get no money from legitimate jobs
Then you wonder, why dem grab chain and bags
You influence the youth fi tun in gays and fags
And Rasta can't afford not even torn up rags
But table a tun as 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
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
Slave driver, your table has turned (bun dem out)
Catch a fire, you're gonna get burned (bun dem out)
Slave driver, your table has turned
Oh, catch, catch a fire, so you could get burned
[Verse 3: Damian Marley]
Bun dem out!
Hey, we no want no Babylon government weh a burn down ganja man tent
And dem a come with dem one bag a tax argument
When we cyaan pay light bill and rent
Me sight dem a lead, ghetto youths every which part dem went
And a bare wrong corner dem bend
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 know 'bout a every red cent out a the poor people money dem spend
And then, we waan know down to who pay the bill when the prime minister car dent
Hey yo, we waan know when dem a come repossess all these guns and drugs they've sent
[Outro: Stephen Marley]
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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