Currupt System

Frass, tell dem we see wha' gwaan Dem a gwaan like the yoiths dem a idiot Now you mister speedy rat Right now the arms house fi stop Don't cry, mister Bunting Come yah mek me tell you something You cyaan fight crime like that Fire to fury a go get too hot You wanna know why, mister Bunting The country got to be like that 'Cause even the police is corrupted So the poor nah go get no justice We know you into banking But you cyaan calculate crime, you haffi solve it The first thing you haffi do, is clean up the force Too much wrong people deh inna the right post The justice system waan clean up of course Is like a fat person walking inna very tight clothe See your hand kerchief deh wipe your nose Buckle up your shoes and leave the post But no cry, mister Bunting Come yah mek me tell you something You cyaan fight crime like that Fire to fury a go get too hot You wanna know why, mister Bunting The country got to be like that 'Cause they have all become victims Of the same old slavery system Hey, Lady Allen, don't run away Put on your pretty heels and come fight fi J.A. Tell the white faces behind the big businesses To invest more in young people values And to the rest of Jamaica A really full time fi we start love we neighbour Even if all a dem give up 'pon we We cyaan give up 'pon weself Wipe your eye, mister Bunting Come yah mek me tell you something You cyaan fight crime like that Fire to fury a go get too hot You wanna know why, mister Bunting The youths dem got to be like that 'Cause they have all become victims Of the same old slavery system If you waan divine intervention as the antidote You haffi kill poverty and cut injustice throat Campaign like when you want the vote Go yard to yard, yes, knock the gate, and Don't bother worry 'cause it no late Tell the people dem fi hold the faith We likkle but we talawa don't forget You ever see Jamaica people fail at anything yet No cry, mister Bunting Come yah mek me tell you something You cyaan fight crime like that Fire to fury a go get too hot You wanna know why, mister Bunting The youths dem got to be like that 'Cause they have all become victims Of the same old slavery system If you waan divine intervention as the antidote You haffi kill poverty and cut injustice throat Campaign like when you want the vote Go yard to yard, yes, knock the gate, and Don't bother worry 'cause it no late Tell the people dem fi hold the faith We likkle but we talawa don't forget You ever see Jamaica people fail at anything yet No cry, mister Bunting...