Black people don't get weary
They take off their shackles and chains and set them free
But we still have no mental slavery
We don't sing with the star trail passing
My Lord
Fire for Rome
People fall on them scissors and comb
Black people won't go home
On Mount Zion and the righteous tomb
You go you, you go you
Fire for Rome
People fall on them scissors and comb
Black people won't go home
On Mount Zion and the righteous tomb
Well this is my question
To Isa and the one Matalan
How do you get free from so many black people and
After them slaves achieve nothing in hand
Check out greater, both more great and
One room will be lost for one million
One room will be lost for one million
They will have 200 grand
True me a leak out they wan me keep my yacht
But me a bonfire pay the wan butch to hat
Who buy you the planes and all the pilots
True me nothing a Jamaican long piton
A fee bonfire pay the wan name Azan
Everybody know them town a be the poor man
How them claim citizen to them it be lang
The more hustlin, I ain't food in a hand
One hell for your face, the almighty one
Jamaican chant me song
Fire for room
People call on them scissors and comb
Black people want go home
And mount Zion on the righteous throne
Fire for room
People call on them scissors and comb
Black people want go home
And mount Zion on the righteous throne
My Lord don't talk, just listen
Me a be bonfire, be B.G.A. partisan
He make certain move and we know to certain
Who must block you with me, I ain't a young curtain
To win and go chatty in a Babylonada
A be bonfire, be the one you see a God
Every day cause a living get harder
Have more sell and miss a more than buy ya
Oh!
I worship my lord what a fresh a fire for room
People call on them scissors and comb
Black people want go home
And mount Zion on the righteous throne
Yegoyo, yegoyo
Fire for room
People call on them scissors and comb
Black people want go home
And mount Zion on the righteous throne
Oho!
Oho!
All the things politicians has told them Still them return with the one Bruce Golden
Saying a brand new party them farming Park them a party with them politics meeting
Out of politics poor people get them beaten Look how them have a ton of metropolitan officers
If you take your hustling out of your hand When you look on them faces you own a black man
Well out of this town the poor people send me Say if you look at that one and don't disagree
One know what is the benefit of GCT It benefit you but it never fit me
Firepower room People fall and them scissors and comb
Black people won't go home And Mount Zion are the righteous chosen
Yo-go-yo, yo-go-yo, firepower room
People fall and them scissors and comb Black people won't go home
And Mount Zion are the righteous chosen