Written by Robert Nesta Marley
Slave driver, the table is turn.
Catch your fire, so you can get burn now.
Slave driver, the table is turn.
Catch your fire, you gonna get burn.
Every time I hear the crack of a whip
my blood runs cold.
I remember on the slave ship
how they brutalize our very souls.
Today they say that we are free
only to be chained in poverty.
Good God, I think it's illiteracy
it's only a machine that makes money.
Every time I hear the crack of a whip
my blood runs cold.
I remember on the slave ship
how they brutalize our very souls.
Oh God, have mercy on our souls!