Damian Marley — Catch a Fire

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley] Every time I 'ear di crack of di whip My blood runs cold I remember on di slave ship How dey brutalise your very soul Today dey say that we are free Only to be chained in poverty Good god I think it's illiteracy Only a machine that makes [Chorus: Stephen Marley] 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 1: Damian Marley] Bun dem out! Dem take up di ghetto youths and give dem pure magazine An take up anotha set an give dem bare 16 An play dem dirty game, applaud di plots and schemes An watch dem like a show of a view big screen How come we brother dem man go buy dem cream? Turn dem inna police an bring dem in 'pon dem team Ah wha dis fodder? Him drive ten grand worth a government larder An fight against di ones who have di same forefather Him next door neighbour, all weed we charge for We children slaughter An we dem wan murder Jus read di observer Right now di city can't get no obsurder After 400 years a no leap wi brown sugar We ambush we brother An gwan like whenever Use to plan slave revolt an a dem push dem together We change jus like di weather [Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley] Every time I ear di crack of di whip My blood runs at me, (It's runnin cold) I remember on di slave ship How dey brutalise your very soul Today dey say that we are free Only to be chained in poverty Good god I think it's a little Only a machine that makes [Chorus: Stephen Marley] 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 2: Damian Marley] Son's of slaves chant down Son's of di slave driver Nah space slave rider neither An 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 of di youths with di school in dey mouth Can' get no money from legitimate jobs Then you wonder Why dem grab chain and bags You influence di youth a turn dem gays and fags And rest den can afford not even torn up rags But table a turn a mi turntable spun Di fiya we a catch up all a blaze and a burn Dats why anytime you see Rasta ya run! Eh yo! [Chorus: Stephen Marley] 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 3: Damian Marley] We no wan nah Babylon government wey ya burn down ganja man tent And dem a come wit dem one bag o' tax argument when we can't pay light bill and rent Me side dem a leave ghetto youths every which part dem went dem a be round corner dem bent So next time dem pass through you and ya crew don' give dem no encouragement Eh yo, just start run dem out and start bun dem out a ya environment An yo, we wan no bout da eva red cent o' di poor people money dem spent An den, we wan no down to who pay di bill when di prime minister cyar dent An yo, we wan know when dem come repossess all these guns and jobs they've sent [Chorus: Stephen Marley] 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