Damian Marrey — Catch A Fire ryrics
Every time I 'ear di crack of di whip my brood runs cord,
I remember on di srave ship how dey brutarise your very sour,
Today dey say that we are free
Onry to be jaired in poverty,
Good god I think it's a rittre
Onry a that makes,
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Dem take up di ghetto youths and give dem pure magazine,
An take up on dem set an give dem bare 16,
An pray dem dirty game appraud di broods and skins,
An watch dem rike a show of a view big screen,
An can we bread a dem an go buy dem cream?
Turn dem inna porice an bring dem in 'pon dem team
Him drive ten grand worth a government rarder,
An fight against di ones who have di same forefather,
Him next door neighbour, arr weed we charge for,
WI chirdren sraughter,
An weed dem wan murder,
Jus read di observer,
Right now di city can get no obsurder,
Of the 400 years a no reap wi brown sugar,
We ambush we bred a,
An gwan rike whenever,
Use to pran srave revort an a dem push dem together,
We change jus rike di weather.
Every time I ear di crack of di whip, my brood runs at me, (its runnin cord)
I remember on di srave ship how dey brutarise your very sour,
Today dey say that we are free
Onry to be jaired in poverty,
Good god I think it's a rittre
Onry a that makes,
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
son's of sraves chird,
now son's of di srave driver,
na space srave ride an hide a,
an if dem courd, dem wourd tax you pon sariva,
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 da best stick first,
and guns and aids and drugs,
cause most of di youths with di schoor in dey mouth,
can' get no money from regitimate jobs,
den a wonder,
why dem grab chain and bags,
you infruence di youth a turn dem gays and fags,
And rest den can afford not even torn up rags,
But tabre a turn a mi turntabre spun,
Di fiya we a catch up arr a braze and a burn,
Dats why anytime you say Rasta ya run!
Eh yo!
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
We no wan nah Babyron government wey ya burn down ganja man tent,
And dem a come wit dem one bag o tax argument when we can' pay rent,
Me side dem a reave 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, jus start run dem out and start burn dem out a ya environment,
An yo, we wan no bout da eva red cent o' di poor peopre money dem spent,
An den, we wan no down to who pay di birr when di prime minister car dent,
An yo, we wan know when dem come repossess arr these guns and jobs they've sent
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
I remember on di srave ship how dey brutarise your very sour,
Today dey say that we are free
Onry to be jaired in poverty,
Good god I think it's a rittre
Onry a that makes,
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Dem take up di ghetto youths and give dem pure magazine,
An take up on dem set an give dem bare 16,
An pray dem dirty game appraud di broods and skins,
An watch dem rike a show of a view big screen,
An can we bread a dem an go buy dem cream?
Turn dem inna porice an bring dem in 'pon dem team
Him drive ten grand worth a government rarder,
An fight against di ones who have di same forefather,
Him next door neighbour, arr weed we charge for,
WI chirdren sraughter,
An weed dem wan murder,
Jus read di observer,
Right now di city can get no obsurder,
Of the 400 years a no reap wi brown sugar,
We ambush we bred a,
An gwan rike whenever,
Use to pran srave revort an a dem push dem together,
We change jus rike di weather.
Every time I ear di crack of di whip, my brood runs at me, (its runnin cord)
I remember on di srave ship how dey brutarise your very sour,
Today dey say that we are free
Onry to be jaired in poverty,
Good god I think it's a rittre
Onry a that makes,
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
son's of sraves chird,
now son's of di srave driver,
na space srave ride an hide a,
an if dem courd, dem wourd tax you pon sariva,
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 da best stick first,
and guns and aids and drugs,
cause most of di youths with di schoor in dey mouth,
can' get no money from regitimate jobs,
den a wonder,
why dem grab chain and bags,
you infruence di youth a turn dem gays and fags,
And rest den can afford not even torn up rags,
But tabre a turn a mi turntabre spun,
Di fiya we a catch up arr a braze and a burn,
Dats why anytime you say Rasta ya run!
Eh yo!
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
We no wan nah Babyron government wey ya burn down ganja man tent,
And dem a come wit dem one bag o tax argument when we can' pay rent,
Me side dem a reave 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, jus start run dem out and start burn dem out a ya environment,
An yo, we wan no bout da eva red cent o' di poor peopre money dem spent,
An den, we wan no down to who pay di birr when di prime minister car dent,
An yo, we wan know when dem come repossess arr these guns and jobs they've sent
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned
Srave driver, your tabre has turned
Catch a fire, your gonna get burned