And they say, it's a part of it
So they buying you, sell your soul
Well, my friend, the tought of it
They will sell your soul for a piece of gold.
While their in their companion slaves
Slaving trought the night,
I know i can find my way for out there is light
Chase Dem! Run them politicians
When i see them, i get cold
And they say, it's a part of it
So they buying you, sell your soul
Well, my friend, the tought of it
They will sell your soul for a piece of gold
When their in their companion slaves
Slaving trought the night
I know i can find my way, for out there is light
Chase dem! Lord, them politicians
When i see them, i get cold
And they say, it's a part of it
So they buying you, sell your soul
Well, my friend, the tought of it
They will sell your soul for a piece of gold
While their in their companion slaves
Slaving trought the night
I know i can find my way, for out there is light.
Chase dem! Lord, them politicians
When i see them, i get cold
Chase them, run, run ay, ay, ay, ay
Get them on, get them on
Running away, running away
