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
Or else dem can't 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

We nuh want no Babylon government
that 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

-Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley -