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Fire Pon Rome lyrics with English Translations
Black people don't get weary
Dem tek off the shackles an' seh dem free we
But still we under mental slavery
Unno sing with the Startrail posse, my Lord
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
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' True mi a lick out dem waa mi keep quiet But mi a bun fire fi di one Butch Stewart Who buy out di plane an' all di pilot True mi nuh inna Jamaica, love fi tan Haffi bun fire 'pon the one name Azan Everybody know how downtown a fi di poor man How dem claims it an' sey a to dem it belong No more hustling, that mean no food inna hand One help we have is the Almighty One Jamaican chant mi song
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
My Lord, don't talk jus' listen Mi haffi bun fire fi P.J. Patterson Him mek certain move an' we nuh too certain How much black youth behind iron curtain True mi naw go trod inna Babylon order Mi haffi bun fire fi one name Seaga Every day cost a living get harder Have more seller, mi seh more than buyer Oh my Lord, what a pressure
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
So many things politician have stolen Still them return with the one Bruce Golding Saying a brand new party dem forming But dem a party 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 Seh fi look what a gwaan and don't disagree What is the benefit of GCT? It benefit you but it never fit me
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
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' True mi a lick out dem waa mi keep quiet But mi a bun fire fi di one Butch Stewart Who buy out di plane an' all di pilot True mi nuh inna Jamaica, love fi tan Haffi bun fire 'pon the one name Azan Everybody know how downtown a fi di poor man How dem claims it an' sey a to dem it belong No more hustling, that mean no food inna hand One help we have is the Almighty One Jamaican chant mi song
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
My Lord, don't talk jus' listen Mi haffi bun fire fi P.J. Patterson Him mek certain move an' we nuh too certain How much black youth behind iron curtain True mi naw go trod inna Babylon order Mi haffi bun fire fi one name Seaga Every day cost a living get harder Have more seller, mi seh more than buyer Oh my Lord, what a pressure
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
So many things politician have stolen Still them return with the one Bruce Golding Saying a brand new party dem forming But dem a party 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 Seh fi look what a gwaan and don't disagree What is the benefit of GCT? It benefit you but it never fit me
Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne Fire 'pon Rome fi Pope Paul an' him scissors an' comb Black people waan' go home A Mount Zion a di righteous throne
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