Damian Marley - Slave Driver lyrics

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VERSE (Stephen Marley)

Every time I hear the crack of a whip

My blood runs cold

I remember on the slave ship

How they brutalized 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

CHORUS

Slave driver

your table has turned

Catch a fire

Your gonna get burned

Slave driver

your table has turned

Catch a fire

Your gonna get burned

VERSE

Now dem take up the ghetto youths

And gi dem pure magazine

And take up another set

And gi dem pure 16

And play dem dirty games

Of bloody plots and schemes

And watch dem like a show

Ah harbor view big screen

And con mi brother dem

And go buy dem cream

And turn dem inna police

And bring dem in pon dem team

Ah wah dis father

Him drive10 grand

worth ah government Lada

and fight against the ones who

have the same forefather

him next door neighbor

all weed we charge for

we children slaughter

ah we dem want murder

just read di observer

right now the city can't get no absurder

after 400 years and whole heap ah brown sugar

we ambush we brother

and go on like never

used to plan slavery revolt

inna di bush dem together

we change just like di weather

VERSE (Stephen Marley)

CHORUS

Sons of slaves chant down sons of di slave driver

Nah spear slave rider neither

And if dem could dem would tax you pon saliva

How much more must we die for

The ones in the car while we're 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 of di youths wid di schooling dem have

Can't get no money from legitimate jobs

Then you wonder why dem grab chain and bags

You influence the youths fi turn gays and fags

Or else dem canÕt afford not even torn up rags

But table ah turn as mi turn table spun

Di fire we ah catch up all a blaze and ah bun

Dats why any time you see Rasta you run

VERSE (Stephen Marley)

We nuh want no Babylon government

Weh ah burn down ganja man tent

And den ah come wid dem one bag ah tax argument

When we can't pay light bill and rent

Mi sight dem ah lead ghetto youths

Every which part dem went

And ah pure wrong corner dem bent

So next time, dem pass thru you and your crew

Don't give dem no encouragement

A YO!!

Just start run dem out

And start bun dem out

Ah your environment

A YO!!

We want know bout ah

Every red cent out ah

Poor people money dem spent

And then

We want know down who

Pay di bills when the prime minister car dent

And then

We want know when dem ah come reposes

All these guns and drugs they've sent

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