Fire Pon Rome

Intro:

Black people don't get weary,

Dem tek off the shackles an face we,

But still we under mental slavery,

Unno sing with the Startrail posse (My Lord)

Chorus:

Fire pon Rome,

Fi Pope Paul an him scissors an comb,

Black people waan go home

A Mount Zion a di righteous throne

Repeat

Verse 1:

Well, this is my question

To Issa and the one Matalon

How unno get fi own so much black people land

After dem slave, achieve nutten inna hand

Check out greater Portmore, Braeton

One room unno build a sell fi one million

Dem dey studio house nuh worth a hundred gran

Thrue mi a lick out dem waa mi keep quiat

But mi a bun fire fi di one Butch Stewart

Who buy out di plane an all di pilot

Thrue mi nuh inna Jamaica, love fi tan

Mi haffi bun fire fi the one Naree Azan

Everybody know how downtown a fi di poor man

How dem claims it an sey a to dem it belong

No more hustling, dat mean no food inna hand

One help wi have is the Almighty One

Jamaicans chant mi song

Chorus

Verse 2:

My Lord, don't talk jus listen,

Mi haffi bun fire fi P.J. Patterson

Him mek certain move an wi nuh too certain

How much black youth behind iron curtain

Thrue mi naw go trod inna Babylon order

Mi haffi bun fire fi one name Seaga

Everyday cost a living get harder

Have more seller more than buyer

Oh my Lord , what a pressure

Chorus

Verse 3:

So many things politician have stolen

Still them return with the one Bruce Golding

Saying a brand new party dem forming

But a part dem a part we with dem politics meeting

Out A politics poor people get them beaten

Look who dem have a tun metropolitan officer

Fi tek yuh hustling out a yuh hand

When yuh look pon dem face a yuh own black man

Well out of the slum di poor people send mi

Fi look what a gwaan and don't disagree

What is the benefit of GCT?

It benefit you but it never fit me.

Chorus