Lirama

Catch a fire, burn dem!!
So you could get burnt,

Son's of slave, s child,
Now son's of dis slave driver,
Nah space slave ride an hide ah!
An if dem could, dem would tax you pon saliva,
How much more must we die for?
The ones in da cyars when we standing at da car minus,
Dem go for man bogus, they don't work for us,
Instead dem chain and whip you wid da best stick first,
And guns and aids and jobs,
Cause most of di youths with di school in deh mouth,
Cyaan get no money from legitimate jobs,
Den a wonder!
Why dem got train an bus?
You influence