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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