| Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape |
| The works of William Gordon |
| Them 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 them 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 them |
| 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 them 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. |