Every time I 'ear di crack of di
Whip my blood runs cold
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
If Only to be jailed in poverty
Good god I think it's a little
Only a 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
Dem take up di ghetto youths
And give dem pure magazine
An take up on dem set an give dem bare 16
An play dem dirty game
Applaud di bloods and skins
An watch dem like a show of a view big screen
An can we bread a dem an go buy dem cream
Turn dem inna police an
Bring dem in 'pon dem team
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
WI children slaughter
An weed dem wan murder
Jus read di observer
Right now di city can get no obsurder
Of the 400 years a no leap wi brown sugar
We ambush we bred a
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 jailed in poverty
Good god I think it's a little
Only a 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 child
Now son's of di slave driver
Na space slave ride an hide a
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 da best stick first
And guns and aids and drugs
Cause most of di youths
With di school in dey mouth
Can' get no money from legitimate jobs
Den a 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 say 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' pay 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 jus start run dem out
And start burn 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 car 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
