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       Ha§aN