Every time I 'ear di crack of di whip
My blood runs cold
I remember on di slave ship
How dey brutalise your very soul
Today dey say that we are free
Only to be chained in poverty
Good God I think it's illiteracy
Only a machine that makes
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
Bun dem out!
Dem take up di ghetto youths and give dem pure magazine
An take up anotha set an give dem bare 16
An play dem dirty game, applaud di plots and schemes
An watch dem like a show of a view big screen
How come we brother dem man go buy dem cream?
Turn dem inna police an bring dem in 'pon dem team
Ah wha dis fodder?
Him drive ten grand worth a government larder
An fight against di ones who have di same forefather
Him next door neighbour, all weed we charge for
We children slaughter
An we dem wan murder
Jus read di observer
Right now di city can't get no obsurder
After 400 years a no leap wi brown sugar
We ambush we brother
An gwan like whenever
Use to plan slave revolt an a dem push dem together
We change jus like di weather
Every time I ear di crack of di whip
My blood runs at me, (It's runnin cold)
I remember on di slave ship
How dey brutalise your very soul
Today dey say that we are free
Only to be chained in poverty
Good God I think it's a little
Only a machine that makes
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
Son's of slaves chant down
Son's of di slave driver
Nah space slave rider neither
An if dem could, dem would tax you pon saliva
How much more must we die for?
The ones in the cars when we standing at da car minus
The government bogus, they don't work for us
Instead dem chain and whip you with domestic fuss
And guns and AIDS and drugs
'Cause most of di youths with di school in dey mouth
Can' get no money from legitimate jobs
Then you wonder
Why dem grab chain and bags
You influence di youth a turn dem gays and fags
And rest den can afford not even torn up rags
But table a turn a mi turntable spun
Di fiya we a catch up all a blaze and a burn
Dats why anytime you see Rasta ya run!
Eh yo!
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
We no wan nah Babylon government wey ya burn down ganja man tent
And dem a come wit dem one bag o' tax argument when we can't pay light bill and rent
Me side dem a leave ghetto youths every which part dem went dem a be round corner dem bent
So next time dem pass through you and ya crew don' give dem no encouragement
Eh yo, just start run dem out and start bun dem out a ya environment
An yo, we wan no bout da Eva red cent o' di poor people money dem spent
An den, we wan no down to who pay di bill when di prime minister cyar dent
An yo, we wan know when dem come repossess all these guns and jobs they've sent
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
