Who You Think You Are

Ah who di hell you think you are

I'm not jah supastar

Mi nah drink di gold wine and smoking cigar

And i don't drive di "supa" car

With jesus mi ah par

I'm just a revolutionary fighting my own war

Ah mi name bun to dust coz i dont hitch pon it

And bary humble don't yuh ask i just walk with it

Down ina jameyka life no pretty mi no ramp with it

White boy a prove himself to di world and crew it's fumbling

I left my mother dropping tears just to chase a dream

Mi hit my time, son yuh empire was in slavery

Di wicked man stole mi life and i identity

So watch yourself and watch yur mouth before yuh judging mi

Mi bredda died he was killed by bandits in di street

My father try to live with and him still ah do it

At certain points i war with god associates and seh was da shit

And then one day selaissie come and save mi from di trick

So here i am di puppet of yur show the man on stage that sing some stuff that yuh don't know

The clown ah pleased da crowd and can appease his soul

The artist with da funny name, ah fun it go

The price fi come to give for yur culcha and di morning tense yuh on

The idiot boy want likke bit in return

I had a gun right on my face and i was scared to die

I sex so many girl so mi did ah tell nuff lie

I was alcoholic and depressed one day i'll tell yuh why

So just for now we live it so so please just give mi a bly