Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape    The works of William Gordon    Dem fire as Judas come, thinking them can ride on    The words of Marcus Garvey    (oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions    while it's our souls on which they bargain    Live as they all live, blind as they are blind    They'll never know that, for this here price    We shall give our lives to them    Now did ya, did ya see dem ride into the war    Gone so long they call out to the one    Son I'm here for you they trapped him to belong,    When they were all    Standing at the foot of the moutain as we tried to       Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them    Still they come with their silver tongue show    Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we whant dem    They man come with their silver tongue show    (Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show       Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape    The works of Mohandis Gandhi    Spit fire as Judas come, thinking them can destroy    The words of Bantu Biko    (oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions    While it's our souls 'pon which they bargain    Oh the crisis de man light, the fittest de man fight,    They'll never know that    For this here price, we shall give our lives to them    Now did ya, did ya see dem ride into the war    Conquered us so long they hold their head up high    As them pray on the poor and juvenile    When they were all standing at the foot of the mountain       As we tried to warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them    Still they come with their silver tongue show    Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them    They man come with their silver tongue show    Chant them down, chant them down no they'll never know       Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them    Still they come with their silver tongue show    Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them    They man come with their silver tongue show    (Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show