Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

Satta Massagana for Jimmy Dread Police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz" Cut off his ears and chop off his head Police come looking for Jimmy Jazz So if you're gonna take a message

I got a question Will the truth really set you free? When the police gon' stop pressing me? When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girl gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Look,

Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police always come late If they come at all And when they arrive They say they can't interfere With domestic affairs

Do you see anything fi smile bout Look pon di gully side Look at that hungry child Look at the school weh deh youth dem go fi get dem education Look at the conditions of our police stations Nuff people come to Jamaica and nuh know how we live Think Seh

Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

So up rolls a riot van And sparks excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid Got chased last night From men with truncheons dressed in hats We didn't do that much wrong Still ran away though for the

Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Blunt smoke,

Police, police, police, police From genesis to revelation The next generation will be, hear me Police and thieves in the streets, oh yeah Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street, oh yeah Fighting the nation with